Page 45 of Sebastian

With each new adjective he pressed a kiss to another part of my face.

“Smart. Hardworking. Kind. Great in bed.”

“You can’t say that last one. We haven’t gone all the way yet.”

“That can be fixed.”

He slipped his hand inside my shirt and ran his fingers lightly over my stomach. His touch made my cock twitch in my pants.

Maybe we should have stayed focused on more serious matters. There were certainly enough to go around. Someone tried to kill me barely an hour ago, and Sebastian had just found out that the man who killed his parents might be after him and Damien again.

However, I didn’t want to think about any of that. It would still be waiting for us later, but for now, I just wanted to focus on Sebastian and the sense of intimacy between us.

My clothing quickly found a home on the floor. However, Sebastian’s clothing took an extra minute. His pants had to be worked over his cast carefully to keep the cloth from snagging.

Eventually, we were both undressed and I straddled his lap. He leaned against the headboard and held me close, so I practically draped across his chest.

We kissed leisurely, just a unhurried exploration of lips and tongues that built slowly over several minutes. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I sat up straight. In this position, with him half slumped against the headboard and me upright, I was the taller one of the two of us for once. It was a heady feeling, looking down at him from such an angle. Our kiss deepened and I nipped at his lower lip while his hands settled on my waist.

“You know,” he breathed against my lips as his fingers bit into the flesh of my hips. “Since you’re playing the role of a nurse for me, you’re going to have to dress the part someday.”

I kissed him one last time before pulling back. “Are you asking me to dress up in a sexy nurse costume?”

“Or you could just wear your usual scrubs. Those Pac-Man ones were really cute. I wouldn’t mind fucking you while you’re wearing those.”

Grabbing him by the chin, I tipped his head up so he looked straight into my eyes. “Those are the same scrubs I was wearing when we met. Were you thinking about fucking me even back then?”

“The thought did cross my mind. Especially after you delivered yourself right into my lap.” His hands slid down to grip my ass. On the first day we met, I’d fallen on top of him by accident. The memory made heat suffuse my cheeks.

“Is this what you were hoping for back then? For me to pull you into a private room and climb into your lap, just like this?” I flashed what I hoped was a sultry smile at him.

“I certainly wouldn’t have minded. But wouldn’t you get in trouble for that? There must certainly be rules about having sex in the hospital’s back rooms.”

I leaned closer until we were almost kissing again. “For you, I’d be willing to take the risk,” I breathed the words over his lips.

Sebastian’s smirk brushed against my lips. “Well, Nurse Clary. You’ve got me here. What do you intend to do with me?”

“Ugh, it’s been such a long shift today.” I tangled my hands in his dark hair. “I need to let off some steam, and you seem like the perfect tool for that.”

“Is that all I am to you? A tool for your pleasure?”

He sounded upset, but I could tell from the feeling of his aroused cock nudging against me that he was actually excited by the idea.

Moving my hips, I rubbed myself against him. “I’ll take you out for coffee afterward. How about that?”

He gasped from the sudden stimulation and his hands slid down to grip my thighs. “Coffee? I think you’ll owe me dinner after this.”

“Dinner then.” I moved my hips a bit faster, angling myself in just the right way so our arousals rubbed together. “We’ll make it a proper date, but only if you successfully get me off.”

We had to stop for a moment to retrieve supplies from the nightstand by Sebastian’s bed. He rolled a condom into place while I focused on preparing myself. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing, but I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone all the way with someone.

Had it been months?

Years?

Wracking my brain, I realized the last time I let someone inside me was back during college, and that encounter hadn’t been particularly memorable.

I tried to act like I knew what I was doing as I slid one finger inside myself while still perched on Sebastian’s lap. The angle was awkward and strained my wrist, but it worked. My inner muscles slowly loosened, and I was soon able to add a second, then a third finger. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t pleasant either.

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