Page 40 of One Taste
He leans a shoulder against the wall and folds his arms over his chest. “I understand how inappropriate this situation is.”
“I’m glad you understand,” I retort with snark.
His hand moves down from his chest toward his crotch, and when he adjusts his dick in his pants, shivers shoot up my spine.God, his cock is hard.He looks me up and down, beginning at my face and ever so slowly tracing each curve of my body until he hits my feet. I’m speechless.
He’s not helping this. If he wanted to help, he would have gone to moving past our night together instead of letting his ego take the lead to find out why I left him.
“I see you’re wearing my favorite heels.”
“Sebastian.” I attempt to keep my voice firm despite the flood between my legs.
He meets my stare, challenging me. “Yes, princess?”
“We need to set ground rules if we’re going to continue working together.”
“Like what?” he asks, staring at my breasts under my blouse.
“First off—” I snap my fingers in front of his face to grab his attention. “—no picturing each other naked.”
He doesn’t move his eyes from my chest. Instead he intensifies the movement by running his thumb over his bottom lip and humming under his breath.
“Got it. No picturing each other naked.”
I move swiftly, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re still doing it!”
He laughs deep and throaty before meeting my eyes. “I am. I’m sorry.”
He is not fucking sorry.He’s playing games right now instead of being serious and it’s aggravating as hell. I can tell this behavior right here is why Madison needed an interim CEO. Sebastian has the attention span of a child.
“You’re not sorry.”
“You’re right. I’m not. You see, Devin, the issue is I’ve already seen the gorgeous body under those clothes, and it’s embedded in my mind.” I stare at him, puzzled. “So, therefore, I don’t need to imagine what you look like because my imagination couldn’t come close to what I know you look like naked.”
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I sigh. “You’re exhausting.”
“And, you, Devin Miller are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He winks at me, crooking his head slightly to the side. “Tell me you forgot about our night together. Tell me it hasn’t been on your mind every single second of every single day, and I’ll stop. I’ll stop playing games, be serious, and listen to all of your bullshit rules.”
He’s testing me, and now is my moment. I either give in and tell him I can’t get him off my mind, or I lie and tell him it was nothing and continue a professional work relationship.
“You need to stop, Sebastian. I’m being serious. There needsto be ground rules.”
“Are you telling me you don’t think about us?”
“I’m not answering that. It’s irrelevant.”
“So, you’re pleading the fifth?”
The annoyance in my chest bubbles higher. “Yes, Sebastian, I’m pleading the fifth. So, can we get back to the rules?”
He holds up his hands in surrender, even though I know it isn’t real. He’s simply humoring me for now.
“Absolutely, boss.” He continues smirking, and I want to smack it off his face. “Rules. Continue.”
Wiseass.“We can’t talk about what happened that night.”
“Don’t talk about the night we spent naked… fucking… licking… sucking… tasting?” He winks. “Got it. But, just pointing this out, if I can’t think about your sweet little pussy during work hours, you can’t think about my nine-inch cock either. This goes both ways, princess.”
I knew it was at least nine inches. Fuck, Brielle will die when I tell her.
