By Monday afternoon, Sebastian had persuaded her to change her tune.
"Damn you and your charm," the girl straddling him murmured against his neck. Talia's words held no threat, but rather a hint of amusement. "I need to learn how to say no to you."
He laughed and brought his hands up to cup her backside. "Don't bother. It would be pointless."
"So says you," she growled, biting down softly on his shoulder. "I think it would be good for us."
He lifted her head to retort, but the words were cut short when there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, lovebirds," Michael called from the other side. "Think it's time for a breather? You've been in there for three hours."
Talia's gaze slid to the door. "Go away, Michael."
"Seriously, sugartits, I'm surprised you haven't killed the poor guy already. What is this, round one hundred or something? I know the guy has stamina, but come on. If he has a heart attack and dies, I'll never forgive you!"
The corners of her lips turned down slightly, as if she were actually considering Michael's words. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he wasn't up for another round.
"Ignore him," Sebastian murmured, sliding his hands up her bare thighs. "You couldn't tire me out even if you wanted to."
Michael's fist connected with the door again. "Don't make me come in there! I swear, I'll rip you right off her, Phillips!"
That gained a grin from Talia, who had been entertaining herself by drawing patterns on his abs, her fingers trailing dangerously lower. "Who says he's on top?"
"Oh, Christ," Michael groaned, obviously miserable. "Can you please just come out of there? We need to get on the road if we want to get home before midnight."
Sebastian glanced at the clock on the bedside table, taking note that it was nearing five o'clock. Talia heaved a sigh when she saw the flashing red numbers and dragged a hand through her hair.
"Fine, we'll be out soon," she called back, shoulders sagging.
"I don't want to leave either." Sebastian brushed his lips against hers, hands slipping up to rest on her waist. "I'd much rather stay in bed with you than drive home."
"Stop being so sappy," she teased, dropping her lips to his jaw. "It really doesn't become you."
"What, you prefer when I'm being an ass?"
"Let's just say I've grown accustomed to it." With one final bruising kiss, she rolled off him and rose languidly to her feet. "Hurry up and get dressed before I jump you again."
He leaned back on his forearms, a grin slowly appearing. "That would be a bad thing?"
"Don't tempt me."
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Once Upon a One Night StandTeen Fiction
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