Chapter 9

9

Sebastian threw another punch in the direction of Banks, his sparring partner, nailing the man on the left side of his chin.

“Christ, Sebastian, what the devil is the matter with you today?”

What was the matter with him? The matter was he’d nearly spilled himself inside of Agatha last night. He’d wanted to. Perhaps more than he’d ever wanted anything.

His mother had hammered into he and his brother the importance of being careful with such things. In a world where entitled men carelessly fathered bastards, Spencer and he had been taught at an early age to always be on alert. She’d taught them about preventative methods and which were the best to use. He’d never failed to use at least one.

Until last night. He had pulled out, but he hadn’t wanted to. Fuck the consequences. In that moment it had felt so good being inside her, he’d been willing to risk a pregnancy. At least that would have tied her to him for good.

What was he even thinking?

He was not meant to be a father let alone a husband. He needed to have his head examined.

At that moment, Banks hit him with an upper cut that rattled his teeth. Maybe that would knock some sense into him.

Despite his carelessness the previous evening, he knew he wasn’t done with the delectable Agatha Pennybrook. There was more exploring to do of her body. More ways to bring her to earth shattering release. It was easy enough to acknowledge that he could get addicted to bringing that woman pleasure. So he needed to tread carefully.