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I wonder what he’s thinking about…
“So… that’s my gift. The truth, and a little revenge. We good?” Seb asks, standing from my bed and stalking toward me.
“Um… I… uh…”
Wrapping his hand around the back of my head, he drops the sweetest kiss to my hairline.
“Give him hell, cous. I love him like a brother, but he can be a fucking cock sometimes.”
“Oh don’t worry. I’m all for some fun and games.”
He chuckles as he walks to the door.
“We’ve got two hours before we need to leave. No excuses.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, not lifting my eyes from the screen as ideas begin formulating in my mind.
Seb slips from the room and I barely hear the door close as I tug my boots off and crawl onto the bed, pulling my phone from my pocket.
I open our conversation and pause, trying to come up with the perfect first message.
Emmie: I can’t stop thinking about last night…
The second I lower my phone, I turn the volume up on the tablet and damn near squeal in delight when he hears his phone buzz. He rolls over, gifting me the delicious sight of his muscles pulling and stretching as he leans over the side of the bed and pulls it from his pocket.
The second he sees my name, his entire face lights up. It’s mesmerising, and damn it if it doesn’t make some of my anger over this situation begin to ebb away.
I have no idea what he might have seen over the past… fuck knows how long. But I’m not ashamed of anything I do. Yes, it’s a massive invasion of privacy, but getting this opportunity to retaliate makes it somewhat better.
His eyes widen when he reads my message, his lips pulling up into a smile.
“Damn,” he mutters, pushing his fingers into his hair to brush it off his face.
He starts typing and I pick up my phone again, desperate to see what he’s going to come back with.
His Lordship: Is that why you’re here? Hoping for a repeat?
“Something like that,” I mutter to myself but quickly panic that he might be able to hear me. But when he doesn’t move or react, I soon realise he has no idea.
Seb, you cheeky fucking bastard.
Emmie: Did you get off? Or are you staying true to your word?
His Lordship: I don’t joke about orgasms, Hellcat.
He’s still staring at the screen as his hand skates down his abs, cupping himself over the fabric of his boxers.
His Lordship: I’m fucking aching for you.
Emmie: Oh yeah?
His Lordship: You have no fucking idea.
Emmie: Show me.
Butterflies flutter in my belly as I send my demand.
Scooting back against the headboard, I rest the tablet on my thighs as he smirks at his phone.
