William was supposed to take care of these needs and instead he just made me more frustrated.
A tapping at my bedroom door jolts me from my thoughts and I see the handle drop, so I scurry to pull my panties up, tossing the toy over the end of my bed and sitting up on my knees.
The door opens and Sebastian is standing there. All six feet and probably five inches of him. Solid frame. Scruffy cheeks, tense jaw, and narrowed eyes.
“Oh, sorry,” he says in a husky voice, taking in my still undressed state and turning his broad back to me. My eyes widen and I grab a pillow to cover myself. I know my cheeks are burning from my afterglow and I look guilty because I am. Does he know? Will he be embarrassed for himself? For me?
“It’s fine,” I croak out.
He chances a glimpse over his shoulder, a feral glint in his eyes, and sees that I’ve covered myself before nodding and turns to fully face me again. “I’m sorry about before.” He gestures toward the window and then rubs a hand over the back of his neck. Is he blushing?
I’m shaking my head before he’s even finished the sentence. “No, it was my fault. For not putting clothes on.” I laugh awkwardly and his eyes darken as they drag over me. “The AC is broken in here,” I quickly add. “I just needed some air to circulate the room. It’s so hot.” I’m mumbling like an idiot. It’s like I’m meeting him for the first time and haven’t spent six years under this roof with him.
His tongue slips past his full lips, swiping out to taste the bottom one. “Yes, I can see that,” he states, once again dragging his eyes over me like he can see through the pillow I’m clutching like a life raft.
I blush harder and bite on my bottom lip. I don’t feel twenty-three. I feel like a virginal teenager under his observation. He moves farther into my room and toward the vent of my AC and my stomach drops. Sickness from humiliation explodes inside me when he rounds the bed and his foot kicks the vibrator I tried to get rid of. Time slows and I will the bed to cave in on itself with me inside it when his eyes drop to the offending item.
He’s bending down as I’m scrambling forward off the bed. No…no…no.
He reaches it before I do, clasping it in his palm, and rises to his full height. I’m now standing in front of him, the pillow abandoned, and humiliation racing a red flush over my skin.
I snatch it from his hand and hide it behind my back like that will fucking erase the fact he saw it and touched it. He could probably see the sheen of my release over it. Smell me. Oh God, kill me.
He’s staring at his hand, the one that was holding my used toy a second ago, and my eyes expand with worry that any juices may be on there.
“I’m mortified,” I choke, my brows furling together and tears building in my eyes.
“We all have needs, Clo.” He swallows and I’m transfixed on the movement in his throat. I always thought he resembled a vampire, but now I feel like one. Because I want to lean in and take a bite of the pulse jumping in his neck.
“Sebastian?” a bark comes from the doorway, making me almost leap from my skin. Turning my gaze to the offending voice, I see another member of his team, Ford, standing there looking in at us. Ford has always been a friend to me, but that tone isn’t friendly. The room heats and I look between them both, praying Sebastian doesn’t mention this incident to him.
“I was just checking the AC. It’s broken in here,” Sebastian rumbles.
If I’m not mistaken, he sounds guilty.
My skin burns, and dammit if I don’t feel guilty too.
“Yeah, looks hot in here,” Ford grunts and then the aggression from moments before disperses into his signature smirk, his eyes raking over my exposed body like it’s telling him a story.
Holy shit. Twice in one morning another man has seen me in my underwear.
“We need to get ready. Zac wants to go over the plan for today,” Ford informs him.
There’s a silent pause in the room before we all start moving. I step over to the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover my front. Sebastian turns and heads for the door that now has Ford propped up against the frame, smiling in at us like he knows a secret that we don’t. There’s mischief in his features and I know he thinks he walked into more than what he actually did.
What would Dad think if I started something with a member of his security team?