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She’d gone to bed a little while after they’d devoured her tart, saying she was tired, but that she wouldn’t hide in her room any more. When Sebastian finally said goodnight to Nash and Gage after scouring through the case files Agent Wilson had sent, he was shocked to see Emma’s bedroom door open.

He didn’t know what he should do. Did she leave the door open hoping he would follow her? Was she unaware that it was open and would be mad to find him inside her room?

Sebastian knocked on the door, but there wasn’t a response. When he looked around, he realized she wasn’t there.

Where could she have gone? And how did they not notice her walking around the house when they were sitting right in front of the camera monitors downstairs? He already knew she wasn’t in the living room or kitchen, since he’d walked by both those spaces when he’d made his way upstairs. Sebastian decided to try his office.

The room was dark, no lights on in the space. Next to the floor to ceiling windows, Emma stood transfixed in the view out over the pond. She looked ethereal, bathed in the light streaming in from the full moon. There was a blanket draped around her shoulders and Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder what she was wearing underneath it.

“Goodnight, Luna,” he heard her whisper as he walked to the windows. Before thinking, Sebastian reached out and place his hand on her back.

“Oh, Jesus!” she yelled. “Seb! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Sorry,” he honestly hadn’t been trying to scare her.

“What is with you military guys? Gage almost scared me to death the first night we got here doing the same thing!”

“I thought you would have heard me come in. I wasn’t being overly quiet.”

“I was…lost in thought, I guess.”

Sebastian tucked some of the hair framing her face behind her ear.

“Want to talk about it?”

“It’s nothing we haven’t talked about a million times already. Just feeling stupid for thinking I could live a happy, quiet life without having to pay for what I ran away from. Feeling guilty for the women he hurt, the women he killed, before coming after me.”

Sebastian wrapped his arms around Emma, the frayed edge of the blanket wrapped around her tickling his skin.

“None of that is your fault, Sprinkles.” He kissed the crown of her head, hair sticking to the grown out stubble on his chin. “You deserve to live that life. I’m going to make sure you get to.”

“Well, I’m certainly going to leave a glowing review for your security company either way. The guys have been so protective and sweet. Except Gunner. I can’t seem to crack him.”

Sebastian couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Oh, and you’ve cracked the others, have you?”

“Please, they crumbled the first day. We’re now all besties. You should have seen Gage in my room earlier. I thought he was going to beg me to braid his hair and paint his nails just to get me to talk to him.”

Sebastian laughed. “Maybe we should have recruited you for our team when we were deployed on missions. I have a feeling you’d have had our assets talking in no time.”

“What can I say? I was born with a gift.”

“Not just one, Em.” He lifted her chin with his finger, bringing their lips close together while waiting, wanting Emma to be in complete control of wherever they were heading. When she moved to her tiptoes and slightly extended her chin, he dove in, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Sebastian moved his hands to her shoulders, gently easing the blanket down around her until it hit the floor.

Jesus.

She was wearing the most delicious dark blue pajama set. Her sexy top had the first three buttons undone, allowing the white lace of her bra to peek out. He couldn’t resist running his finger across her delicate collarbone, down her chest until he burrowed inside the bra to find her peaked nipple right there, ripe for the taking. Pushing the cup of her bra down, Sebastian trailed kisses from her mouth, down her jaw, across her neck and over her breast until his lips met her nipple. He quickly sucked it into his mouth, reveling in the breathy moan that erupted from Emma as he raked his teeth across the sensitive flesh.

“Sebastian…”

“I’m just getting started, Sprinkles. Don’t tell me you want to stop already?”

“I don’t think we should, I’m not what you deserve.”

“I know,” he felt her sharp inhale. “You’re more. You’re more than I could have ever hoped for. More than I could have ever dreamed of. And you’re more than I deserve.” He moved his hand up her thigh, teasing at the waist band on her pajamas. “Should I stop?”

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