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Sebastian stood much too close to me while sipping his drink. Sensing her window of opportunity had closed, Yvette begrudgingly grabbed her bag and began to walk out. Her eyes narrowed in my direction as she bid him goodbye.
“You’re late.”
“I can’t protect you from every woman that’s attracted to you. That’s a full time job and an impossible task,” I snickered.
“Very funny. Maybe I’ll hire you to guard by body.” He reached out but I leaned away in time to avoid his grasp. Looking over my shoulder, I checked the open doorway.
“You already have three bodyguards. Besides, you can’t afford me.”
“Darlin’, I may be the only man that can.”
That lazy drawl never failed to turn me on. That’s what too many reruns of Dallas will do to you. I slapped his hand away as he stroked my breast through the wool of the uniform, then laughed at his adorable frown…I had it bad.
“Hitting an injured man, Dr. Sava? Your bed side manner needs polish.”
“I need to check the stitches after you shower.”
“I think I’ll need your assistance in the shower, doc, wouldn’t want to re-injure myself.” Grabbing my wrists, he brought them around and clasped them to my lower back. My giggle turned into a moan when I felt, first his lips, then teeth on the curve of my neck.
“I love that sound,” he mumbled between kisses.
“What sound?” I asked, panting.
“Your laugh.”
His unabashed sweetness left me feeling vulnerable. Caught by the urge to shrink back, I redirected the conversation. “Why do you train with her if she makes you uncomfortable?”
“Because she’s the best available trainer around here.”
“She really likes you. You’re very popular with the brunettes.”
“It’s because I’m blonde.”
I wriggled my wrists and couldn’t pry loose. He was always so careful with me that I often forgot how large and powerful he was.
“You’re not that blonde––mostly dark blonde.”
He released my wrists. Taking my hand, he placed it on his erection and pushed it down its swollen length. “Let me remind you where I’m real blonde,” he purred, while I squirmed and laughed.
“I almost feel bad for her.”
“Don’t. She doesn’t like me, she wants me––like a stag head on the wall.”
“My goodness, you don’t like being objectified, huh. What about me? I want you.”
He walked forward, backing me up in an awkward dance towards the wall. “Then I’ll make you like me.” His sweaty chest pushed against my wool gabardine uniform. He cupped the back of my head. His hooded eyes filled with lust, and need, and a shade of aggression.
“Stop, you’re all sweaty.” My breathy voice held not an ounce of conviction. That scent that was distinctly him––full grown male, soap, and God knows what else––was a powerful cocktail. Heat shot right between my thighs.
“I’m getting some very good ideas about these straps and what we could do with them, besides you’re going to be sweaty in a minute, too.”
I was trapped between the hard curves of his body and the wall. His shaft pressed against my belly as he raised my wrists over my head, to where the straps hung down. “Yes, but not here…and definitely not now. Anybody can walk in.”
“I’m done sneaking around like a fifteen year old at boarding school. I’m a grown ass man in my own fucking house. I will make love to my woman when and where I want.”
Make love? I pretended not to hear that.
“First of all, your language is atrocious. Second, I will not permit you to out me. And since when am I your woman?” It was close to impossible to sound determined when he kissed my neck and nudged his erection into my sweet spot with the accuracy of a world class marksman.
“First, get used to it,” he murmured in my ear. “And lastly, you’ve been mine since the day I found out you existed.”
The last few words bounced around my brain. Then we both heard it––the gasp coming from the doorway. Our heads popped up in unison to find Charlotte standing there with her fingers resting like the bars of a prison over her full lips, and her eyes as large as a cartoon character’s. She turned on her heels and fled. Sebastian’s body sagged against mine.
“Let go. I have to speak to her.” I struggled in his firm grip, anxious to get going.
“Wait a second. This gives us the perfect opportunity to stop this cloak and dagger bullshit. I’m fed up. I want everybody to know we’re together.”
“Absolutely not. We agreed. I need to convince her to keep this quiet.”
He flinched, releasing me instantly. “We never agreed. You insisted. And what are you saying? That you’re embarrassed to be with me?” The set of his shoulders was rigid, his hands sat on his hips in a defiant stance.
“I can’t discuss this with you now. I have to find Charlotte.” I stood on my toes and kissed his stern lips.
