We’re both panting and quivering—about five seconds away from damning the pause, the rules, and everything else.
“If I have you here on your desk, I’ll never be able to concentrate on work again knowing we did this. Let’s take the party to my apartment. We can keep it as highly inappropriate as we want.”
“I finally figured out who you are.” I look up at him. “The inappropriate brother.”
“Only with you.” He tilts my chin up with his fingers. “I had a great plan to take you to dinner and do things the proper way.”
“What happened to that plan?”
“I discarded it when I got hard from seeing you dancing.”
“That can’t possibly be true.”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Without waiting for my answer, he puts my hand right on his erection. Fuck me. How can this man be so hard for me?
“Let’s go,” I say in a throaty voice.
***
Sebastian lives in a quiet and luxurious neighborhood on the other side of the city. The five-story building in front of which he parks looks expensive, but tasteful. The apartment itself is enormous on the ground level, and it has a beautiful garden in the back, complete with a swimming pool.
“This is a huge place to live all by yourself.” I look around as Sebastian pours us wine in the kitchen. For some reason, I was expecting to find minimalist furniture in tones of black and gray. On the rare occasions I’ve visited the homes of the CEOs I worked for, they very much resembled hotel rooms. Cold and lacking in personality. Sebastian’s apartment brims with life.
“I like my space. Make yourself comfortable.”
I sit on the couch. The smooth leather molds to my skin, and I enjoy the cool feeling. I close my eyes, stretching my neck. Warm hands touch the back of my neck. I open my eyes, peering sideways. Sebastian stands behind the couch.
“You’re tense,” he whispers.
“I need a massage again.”
“I know what you need.” He presses his fingers into my skin and I let out a moan. “Don’t do that, or I’ll lose what little self-control I have.”
“Then don’t touch me like this.”
He drops his hands, leaving me with a sense of loss. I shift on the sofa, following him with my gaze as he fetches the glasses of wine, glancing at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Handing me a glass, he sits next to me.
What am I doing? This man will make me fall completely and lose myself. I can’t afford that; but sweet heavens, I need it badly. I yearn to know what it feels like to have a man rock my world so devastatingly he’ll
become the center of my universe. If there’s a man I’d allow to take over so completely, it’s him.
“You’re quiet,” he says.
“Enjoying the wine.”
He slides closer to me on the couch. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” He can’t possibly know how much.
“I can’t stay away from you, and I won’t.”
“I don’t want you to stay away,” I whisper. “My contract—”
“Fuck the contract.”
“I was about to say the same thing.”