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Ohh yes, I’d make that a nightly occurrence.
A few minutes passed, and I didn’t hear him walk away.
Maybe I could be just a little more wicked.
I turned the vibrator back on, and his fist immediately rapped on the door.
“You didn’t eat dinner, Brynlee.” His voice was gravelly.
“I’m not hungry,” I called out, leaving the vibrator on even though I hadn’t pressed it to my clit again.
“You eat now, or I’ll break down this door and make you.”
I shut the vibrator off, but left it in my hand as I crossed the bedroom and pulled the door open. I made sure he could see it as I put a hand on my hip.
His eyes burned down my bare body. They barely touched on the vibrator, lingering on the rest of me.
“Seriously? You wouldn’t let me find someone to take me home, and now you can’t let me enjoy my time alone?” I drawled.
His throat bobbed. “You need to… eat.” He finally peeled his eyes off my tits. They were all but on fire when they met mine. “Food. You need to eat food.”
He never stumbled over his words.
I’d successfully caught him off guard.
And, if the tent in his pants was any sign, turned him on.
“I’m busy.” I plucked the plate out of his hands, then stepped back into my room, shutting the door in his face.
He still didn’t leave.
My lips curved upward further as I sprawled out on my bed, turning the vibrator back on. My cries filled the room soon enough, and he hit the door again. When I lost control, my voice loud and desperate, I heard his muffled curse.
I hoped he touched himself to my sounds.
I hoped he lost control with my name on his lips and my voice in his ears.
Because we were at war… and I wasn’t settling for anything less than a sealed mate bond.
The next day,I sent a text to my chef to let her know that I’d take care of the massive online order we’d received, and padded down to the kitchen in my typical thong and t-shirt. I’d have underboob sweat, cooking without a bra, but I’d survive it.
If I was going to embed myself in Sebastian’s life after he had announced he was going to keep his distance from me, candy seemed like the best way to go. The outfit was just the icing on the cake.
He was nowhere to be found, so I got to work cooking without an apron on.
That would kind of defeat the purpose of my lack of a bra, after all.
I couldn’t figure out how to get my phone to sync with the speaker sitting in the corner of the kitchen, so I just played music straight from it while I worked. My hips swayed and my shoulders rolled, my lips forming the words to the songs while I followed recipes I knew by heart.
When Sebastian finally made an appearance, it was almost lunch time.
Ifelthim before I saw him, his gaze hot on my backside.
“Hey, Hash,” I said over my shoulder without glancing backward. “How do I connect my phone to your speaker?”
“There’s a passcode. I’ll do it.” His voice was low again, the way I loved it, and he stepped past me to grab my phone off the counter.
Screw neutral.
