Page 36 of Forever His Favorite
Sebastian set the glass aside, a smirk tugging at his lips. In the next second, he climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. His mouth captured hers in a deep, breath-stealing kiss before breaking away just enough for his lips to brush the corner of her mouth.
“I’ll help you relax more.”
***
The next morning, the shrill ring of her phone dragged Emily from sleep. Groggy, she reached blindly for it and pressed it to her ear.
“Hello?” Her voice was husky, ragged from the night before.
“Miss Emily, are you still asleep? Why does your voice sound so strange?” Harold’s curious voice floated from the other end.
Her cheeks flamed instantly. ‘Because I was screaming all night,’ she thought in embarrassment, clenching her eyes shut. Out loud, she cleared her throat and stammered, “Yes… I just woke up.”
A strong arm slid around her waist, pulling her back against a hard chest. Sebastian’s body molded against hers, his hand splaying across her stomach as his lips brushed the side of her neck. She sucked in a sharp breath as he nuzzled lazily into her skin.
“Alright, then,” Harold continued, cheerful and oblivious. “I called to ask if you’d like to go to a movie tonight. Remember that horror movie we talked about? The fifth part is out today. Jeremy said he’ll join too—so we can all go together.”
Emily blinked, distracted by Sebastian’s lips brushing her shoulder. “Oh, that’s tonight? Yes, I’ll join you.”
“Perfect!” Harold’s excitement nearly crackled through the phone. “I’ll pick you up, and then we’ll meet Jeremy at the theater.”
“Okay.” Emily hung up quickly, setting the phone on the table. She tried slipping out of bed, but Sebastian’s arm tightened like iron around her waist, yanking her back down.
His face slid into the curve of her neck, his breath tickling her skin. She turned slightly, raising a brow. “What are you doing?”
His lips curved into a slow smile. “I’ll help you take a bath.”
Emily rolled her eyes and chided, though her cheeks heated. “You always grab me the moment you get a chance. Even Haroldheard my voice just now—thank God he didn’t realize why it was rough.”
Sebastian’s lips brushed against her skin, a mischievous curve on his mouth. “Then, Mrs. Graves, you may punish me for my wrongdoings right now.”
“You’re impossible!” she groaned, laughing as she shoved him back.
She darted out of bed, making a run for the washroom. But the moment her hand touched the handle, a larger hand closed over hers.
She froze, glancing up—only to find Sebastian towering behind her, a wicked grin curving his lips as he pushed the door open and followed her in.
***
That evening, Emily quietly pushed open the study door.
“Sebastian?” she called from the doorway.
Sebastian was still buried in files, his sharp eyes flicking up at her. He hummed, waiting.
“I’m heading out for movie night,” she said with a smile. “Bye-bye.” She blew him a playful kiss.
His gaze softened. “Be safe. Call me if you want a ride back. I’ll come get you.”
Her heart skipped. He always went above and beyond for her—every little gesture chipped away at her defenses. She fought the urge to run in and kiss him senseless. But if she did that, he’d never let her step out tonight, and she’d miss movie night.
So she swallowed the urge, smiled, and answered quickly, “I will. Thank you, baby.”
The moment she spoke, Sebastian froze, his back snapping straight as if the words had sent a jolt through him. 'This is the first time she’s called me 'baby',' he thought. His dark eyes narrowed, hooded with raw hunger, and his lips parted ever so slightly.
His voice dropped, raspy, hunger flooding his gaze. “Say that again.”
Emily’s cheeks flamed. She grinned mischievously, blew him another kiss, and teased, “No.”
