I fly across the room just in time to hear him slur, "We all know you're not going to make it down the aisle. My door's always open. And I can assure you I'll show you a better time than Sebastian Cartwright."

I grab the back of his suit jacket and slam him against the wall so fast, he cries out. I grasp his shirt, seething, "Don't you dare ever talk to her again."

He recovers from his shock and challenges, "I'll speak to whomever I wish."

I pull my arm back, and Alexander grabs it. "Whoa."

I spin, warning, "Get him out of here, or I'm going to."

My other brothers circle us, and Alexander nods at them.

"Sebastian," Georgia says.

I glance at her. She's slightly shaking, and her expression is filled with fear. I grab her and guide her down the hall while my brothers are dragging Andrew the other way.

"Sebastian, I didn't do anything," she claims.

"I know you didn't," I reply as I push her into the bathroom and lock the door.

Her lips quiver. "Then why do you look so mad at me right now?"

I ignore her question and press my mouth to hers, parting her lips with my tongue. I slide it farther into her mouth until her body submits to mine.

She mumbles, "Sebast—"

I spin her quickly, move her two steps forward, and push her down so her forearms are on the counter.

Her blues burst with flames. She drills them into the mirror, locking them to mine.

I press my erection against her ass, lean into her ear, and question, "How much does your tight pussy miss me?"

Her breath hitches. She swallows hard and then presses her ass into me.

I slide my hand on her thigh, crumpling her dress higher, then tear her delicate thong off.

"Oh!" she gasps. Her mouth hangs open.

I release my pants, then take my foot and move her leg to the side while sliding my finger inside her, never removing my challenging stare from her.

Her face flushes. She closes her eyes and then opens them.

"I think you're trying to drive me nuts," I state, removing my hand and pressing it over the back of her neck. A curled lock of her blonde hair falls over one eye. I graze my cock over her wet heat, and she shudders. I add, "Do you know what it's like for me having to watch other men flirt with you?"

"I didn't do anything," she claims.

"Ah, but you did, sweet Sunshine," I assert.

"No. I didn't—" She gasps again as I thrust, going as deep as I can into her until my pelvis is flush to her round ass cheeks. She whimpers.