Cecilia’s pov
His arms circled my waist from behind, his skin still damp from the shower.
The heat of him pressed into my back, and I could feel every inch of muscle beneath that barely-there towel.
The scent of his body wash made dizzy.
His lips brushed the curve of my ear, unhurried, like he had all the ti in the world.
A tingling sensation spread from my ear down through my entire body, all the way to my curling toes.
Seriously? With sunlight pouring through the windows like we were in so kind of adult perfu ad?
"You... you can dress yourself," I insisted, trying to pry his large hands from my waist. Not that I was really trying. Not hard enough.
I needed to leave this room imdiately. This was testing my willpower in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
Sebastian’s gaze dropped to my reddening earlobes.
He smirked. That infuriating, lt-your-resolve kind of smirk.
He had no intention of letting escape.
His breath skimd across my skin as he whispered, his voice dropping to that dark, dangerous tone that suggested all kinds of trouble.
"I want to see you button my shirt. Slowly."
Before I could respond, he took my earlobe between his lips.
My brain short-circuited. My knees nearly gave out.
I made a sound I imdiately regretted. Definitely sowhere between a whimper and a moan.
Fantastic. I’d officially beco the girl who cos to wake a man and ends up pinned against a door.
The door was cool against my back now, his hips keeping firmly in place.
I could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against through the thin towel. My breath hitched. "Sebastian..."
"Shh," he murmured against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below it. "Just the buttons. For now."
I struggled against him.
"Not now," I gasped. "Liam has breakfast ready, and if we take too long, people will start talking."
"Let them," Sebastian replied, completely unfazed.
"They already are."
Apparently breakfast wasn’t as appetizing as I was.
After lingering at my ear, he finally claid my mouth.
It wasn’t a kiss ant to distract. It was a kiss ant to ruin.
My brain scread: My lipstick!
I was internally panicking, but honestly, who could firmly reject a freshly-showered, half-naked man with perfect abs and chest muscles determined to kiss you?
His tongue swept into my mouth, deep and possessive.
One of his hands slid from my waist down over my hip, his fingers curling to grip the flesh of my thigh through my dress, hiking it up just an inch.
The air hit my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of his palm.
He rocked his hips forward, a slow, deliberate grind that made my head fall back against the door with a soft thud.
This wasn’t just temptation. This was a full-blown ambush.
Still, this couldn’t continue. Not unless I wanted to end up tangled in sheets instead of solving morning problems.
I shoved lightly at his chest with my elbow, half laughing, half out of breath.
"Is this your way of asking for help getting dressed? Or are you trying to convince to undress you instead?"
Sebastian’s hand was already at my waist, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate strokes back and forth. The pads of his fingers dipped under the waistband of my panties, just a fraction, just enough to tease. "Why not both?"
Oh, for the love of...
I caught his wrists and pushed them away.
"Focus, Alpha. Shirt. Now."
Getting him dressed was harder than dealing with a sugar-high three-year-old.
He looked half amused, half annoyed, but handed the shirt anyway.
"Fine. But only because you gave that look."
I snatched it from his hands, muttering as I shook it out, "Let’s just get this over with before your towel ends up on the floor and I end up in trouble."
--
Fifteen minutes later, we finally made it to the dining area.
Sebastian took his seat like nothing had happened.
I could feel Sawyer and Tang watching us from across the table.
When I turned to look, they imdiately dropped their gazes, suddenly fascinated by Muffin’s tail.
"Cecilia, dear, how about so yogurt? It’s good for your strength," Liam called, erging from the kitchen with a warm smile.
Staring at the breakfast in stunned silence, I would like to say sothing but shut my mouth instead.
Because really, what was I even supposed to say?
"Nothing happened, but thanks to your dirty imaginations, now it looks like I’m lying"? Yeah, no.
"You worked hard earlier. Eat up," Sebastian said, noticing my hesitation.
He scooped up a spoonful of yogurt and brought it to my lips.
I ntally scread: Worked hard at WHAT, exactly? Sebastian, please... stop talking.
Liam, who had originally brought the yogurt without any other thoughts, now flushed a deep red.
Sawyer and Tang clearly couldn’t handle the awkward tension, so they grabbed Muffin and slipped out without a word.
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow .
--
At the office that morning, thanks to Sebastian’s incredibly misleading "you worked hard" comnt, Sawyer insisted on taking over all my usual work.
He didn’t explain why.
Everything was sohow understood... without a single word being said.
I lasted about an hour before escaping to the secretarial departnt, desperate to avoid another round of silent judgnt and misinterpreted glances.
After finishing the paperwork I had on hand, I poured myself a glass of water and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Skyscrapers stretched out around , a glittering reminder of all the things I still had to deal with.
All I could think about was what Tang said. Soone might be tracking .
The mont that thought resurfaced, any trace of calm evaporated.
I’d spent the entire night tossing and turning over it, and by now, I’d made up my mind.
Tonight, I was going to tell Sebastian everything.
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