Page 1 of Forever His Favorite
Chapter 1 Beg Me For Money
Emily sat with Sebastian in her bedroom, her fingers trapped in his large, warm hand. His touch was slow, almost hypnotic, his thumb caressing her skin. She tried to pull back, but his grip only tightened, drawing her closer until his arm slid firmly around her waist. With one swift move, he pulled her onto his lap, his other hand locking around her wrist to keep her there. Her breath hitched as her back pressed against his chest.
Turning her head to the side, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye and asked, “Why did you transfer all your money to my name?” Her voice wavered, curiosity threaded with disbelief. Then a teasing edge crept into her tone as she added, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away with all your money?”
Sebastian’s eyes never left her face. The corners of his lips twitched, amusement glinting in his gaze as she continued.
“What if I control all of it?” she pressed, trying to provoke him further. “What if I make you beg me for money?”
His body shook with laughter, his chest vibrating under her back. She felt every ripple of it, warmth spreading through her as she bit her lip to hide her own smile. She couldn’t explain it, but hearing him laugh—because of her—filled her with a joy she couldn’t contain.
Sebastian’s hold around her waist tightened as he leaned in closer. “All of the money I gave you is what I made with my own hands. And everything I’ve built already belongs to my wife. So, if I have to beg my wife for money one day, I’ll do it without shame.”
His voice dipped, husky and low, brushing against her ear as he buried his face into her neck. His lips grazed the sensitive skin just below her ear, and he pressed a soft kiss there before murmuring, “There are a lot more things I wouldn’t mind begging my wife for.”
Her face flamed red, heat rushing to her cheeks at the unmistakable meaning in his tone.
Clearing her throat hurriedly, she tried to mask her embarrassment with excitement. “Alright then, I’ll be the rich woman. I’ll support you in the future!” She wiggled her hand free from his grip, gesturing animatedly—only for him to catch it again, enclosing her smaller hands within his own.
His thumbs stroked over the backs of her hands, slow and tender, his touch leaving shivers trailing up her arms. His gentleness was disarming, his fingers tracing invisible patterns that made her pulse quicken.
Then his lips returned to her neck, this time trailing lower, grazing down from the shell of her ear toward her collarbone. Each brush sent sparks rushing through her, and she shivered, her breath uneven. The growing heat in her body made her squirm.
Her cheeks burned hotter. Panic flared. Abruptly, Emily pushed herself out of his lap, yanking her hand free before he could stop her.
“I’m just going to… grab my brother’s pajamas for you,” she stammered, her words tumbling over themselves. Without daring to look back, she hurried out of the room.
An hour later, the bathroom door opened. Sebastian emerged, fresh from the shower, clad in a pair of brand new trousers and T-shirt Emily had stolen from Adam’s closet. His damp hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water still sliding down the ridges of his chest.
As he walked further into the room, he tugged the shirt off in one smooth motion and tossed it carelessly aside. “We aren’t really going to need these clothes, baby,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling through the room. His eyes lifted, locking onto hers.
Emily’s breath caught. Her gaze betrayed her, falling helplessly to his chest. His muscles glistened faintly under the light, water dripping down his abs before disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. Her throat tightened as her cheeks burned with shame for staring.
She didn’t even realize he had crossed the room until suddenly, he was right in front of her.
Two strides. That’s all it took.
In a blur, Sebastian was in front of her. His arms slid beneath her hips, lifting her with ease. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, a gasp escaping her lips as her body pressed flush against his. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her ears.
“Don’t—don’t do this,” she whispered, her voice trembling, breathless. “My brother’s room is on this very floor!”
Sebastian carried her to the bed anyway, his stride unhurried. He laid her down carefully, but immediately climbed over her,caging her in. His face dipped into her neck, lips trailing hungrily over her flushed skin.
His voice, low and husky, brushed against her ear as he whispered, “That just means you’re not allowed to make any noise tonight.”
***
Sebastian’s car rolled to a stop in front of his house. It was already past ten in the morning, but instead of heading straight to work from Emily’s home, Sebastian had asked the driver to bring them here first, wanting to drop Emily off before continuing his day.
As the car came to a halt, Sebastian stepped out first. The morning sun caught the edge of his suit, gleaming against the sharp lines of his shoulders. He moved around the car with his usual calm strides and opened the door for her.
Emily quickly gathered her bag and phone from the seat, her fingers brushing against the cool leather as she stepped out to join him. Together, they walked up the stone path toward the front door, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet of the late morning.
Sebastian pressed his thumb against the biometric lock. The soft click of the mechanism was almost lost beneath the sudden shrill of Emily’s ringtone.
She glanced down at the screen.
Her breath stalled.
