Chapter 25
Sebastian
As the word left my lips, part of me expected her to laugh, to tell me to go fuck myself, to storm out of my office with that righteous indignation that makes her eyes flash like green fire. What I didn't expect was for her to immediately sink to her knees in front of me, those same defiant eyes looking up from a position of submission that makes my cock strain painfully against my zipper.
"Fuck," I breathe, the word barely audible.
My heart hammers against my ribs, a primal drumbeat of desire and disbelief. This is Mia—brilliant, stubborn, argumentative Mia—willingly kneeling at my feet. The realization sends a rush of blood straight to my groin, making me painfully aware of every inch of space between us.
"All morning," I say in a low rumble. "You've been testing me. Pushing me. And now…" I pause, drinking in the sight of her. "Now you're so fucking compliant?"
Her lips curve into a hint of a smile, and she shifts forward, her hands sliding up my legs until they rest on my thighs. The warmth of her palms burns through the fabric of my slacks.
"I can stop if you want," she offers, her voice deceptively innocent while her fingers inch higher.
"Don't you fucking dare," I growl.
Taking a half-step back, I lower myself into my chair, legs spread wide enough to accommodate her between them. Without breaking eye contact, I reach down and unbuckle my belt. The metallic clink echoes between us, and I watch her pupils dilate further, swallowing more of that bright green. My fingers work the button of my slacks, then the zipper, the sound of each tooth releasing sending another jolt of anticipation through my already straining cock.
She licks her lips, a quick, unconscious gesture that nearly undoes me, and reaches forward to help. Her fingers brush against mine, and even that minimal contact feels electric, charged with the tension that's been building since she walked into my office.
"Let me," she whispers, and who am I to deny her?
I lean back, surrendering this small bit of control, watching as she tugs my slacks and boxers down just enough to free me. The cool air of the office hits my heated skin, but it's nothing compared to the warmth of her breath as she leans closer, tongue darting out to trace the underside of my cock from base to tip.
"Fuck, Mia," I hiss through clenched teeth, my hands gripping the armrests of my chair so hard my fingers pain.
She doesn't need further encouragement. With a confidence that shouldn't surprise me but somehow does, she takes me into her mouth. The wet heat of her engulfs me, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning loud enough for the entire hospital to hear.
My hand moves of its own accord, finding its way into her hair and I wrap the silky braid around my fingers. Her mouth is a revelation—hot, wet, and so fucking eager. She takes me deeperwith each bob of her head, her tongue swirling around the head before pressing flat against the underside on the upstroke.
The sight of her like this—on her knees, lips stretched around me, eyes occasionally flicking up to gauge my reaction—is almost too much. My breathing quickens, muscles tightening across my abdomen as I fight to maintain some semblance of control.
But control seems like a distant concept now, something that belongs to the Sebastian who walked into the hospital this morning, the one who thought he could compartmentalize what happened over the weekend. That man is rapidly disappearing, replaced by one who can think of nothing beyond the wet suction of Mia's mouth and the gentle scrape of her teeth along sensitive skin.
"You have no idea how fucking good you look right now," I tell her, my voice strained.
She hums in response, the vibration traveling through my cock and up my spine like an electric current. My fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her movements and setting a rhythm that's just on the edge of too much.
My thighs tense, and my heels press hard against the floor as I fight the urge to thrust deeper into her mouth. Every nerve ending in my body seems to be centered where her lips meet my skin, where her tongue traces patterns that make coherent thought impossible.
A bead of sweat forms at my temple, trickling down the side of my face as the pressure builds. I'm not going to last long, not with the way she's taking me deeper, the way she cups my balls, or how her nails dig into my thigh.
"Mia," I manage, a warning and a plea wrapped in one.
She responds by taking me even deeper. Her eyes never leave mine, a clear message that she has no intention of stopping. The realization that she wants to taste me, to swallow me down, makes my cock throb against her tongue.
I'm close, so fucking close, teetering on the edge of something that feels bigger than just physical release. My fingers twist tighter in her hair, my other hand gripping the armrest hard enough that I hear the leather creak in protest.
And just as I'm about to break, just as I'm about to lose myself completely in her mouth, there's a sharp knock at my office door.
The knock might as well be a gunshot for how it jolts through me. Before I can react, before I can warn Mia or adjust myself or do anything but sit there with my cock in her mouth and panic flooding my system, the door swings open. Arjun strides in, not even looking up from the tablet in his hands, completely unaware that he's walking into a scene that could end both my career and Mia's in an instant. I expect her to pull away, to hide, to save us both from this catastrophe. Instead, I feel her smile around me, and then—holy fucking shit—she doubles her efforts.
"Ready for lunch?" Arjun asks, still focused on his tablet. "I found this new place that does Korean-Mexican fusion, and I know how you feel about—"
My vision blurs at the edges as Mia's tongue does something devastating, her mouth working me with renewed intensity. I have to bite down hard on my cheek to keep from making a sound while my free hand white-knuckles the armrest.
"Can't," I manage, the word coming out strangled. "Busy."
