Page 20 of Flipping the Script

Something hard poked into my hip.

A grin spread across my lips. “Now which one of us is hard?”

His eyes narrowed in a glare. “Don’t look so smug, asshole. You’re rubbing up against me like a cat in heat. Of course I’m hard.”

I pushed him tighter against the pillar, barely suppressing my smile when he gasped and let out the softest little grunt. “Is it because of the friction, or is it because you’re a freak and being manhandled is turning you on?”

His glare intensified and he shifted his body, breaking my hold on him before I even realized he was moving.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed as he hooked his foot around my ankle and knocked my hands off him.

The move destabilized me, and I tumbled backward.

Instead of slamming into the ground, Sebastian used his strength to control my fall, guiding me down so the impact was just hard enough to press the air from my lungs, but not hard enough to knock the wind out of me.

Like a jungle cat, he scrambled on top of me, using his knee to pin down my right arm as he sat on my thighs. His grip on my left wrist and the way he leaned his weight down on it were enough to leave me completely immobile except for my legs.

“The hell?” I spluttered. How the fuck had I gone from being in control to finding myself flat on my back with Sebastian pinning me down?

“Not used to people fighting back, huh, Miller?” he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

“How the hell did you do that?” I strained to get my wrists free from his hold.

Sebastian was only about an inch shorter than me, but I had twenty pounds of muscle on him. How was he winning right now?

“You might be stronger than me,” he said in an eerily quiet voice that was somehow scarier than when he was raging out. “But strength isn’t everything. Some of us had to learn how to use our smarts and not our muscles.”

“Get off.” I bucked my hips to try and throw him off me, but he just adjusted his stance and grinned like I was nothing more than a mild annoyance.

“You’re the one who slammed me against the deck,” he pointed out. “You’re the one who started this. Can’t handlesomeone else getting the upper hand?” He sat more heavily on my thighs.

I stopped bucking as my dick brushed against his. The slight contact sent a zing of pleasure through me.

What the actual fuck?

Sebastian’s eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t place. “You’re into this,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off.” I glared up at him, not daring to move and risk embarrassing myself further.

I couldn’t hide my boner or my reactions to him inadvertently touching it, but neither could he.

“And it’s not like I’m the only one.” I ticked my chin at his equally hard dick.

“Guess we’re just a couple of perverts, huh?” he said, echoing my earlier words.

“One of us is,” I said, my voice dripping with contempt. Fuck him for making me lose my shit. “And it’s not me.”

He huffed out a laugh, but it was devoid of any humor. “Oh, really? You’re just as hard as I am.”

“You’re the one getting all hot and bothered rubbing up against a guy. That’s not very straight of you,” I shot back, still seething at being at a disadvantage.

“Who said I’m straight?” He leaned closer, his expression a strange mix of serious and vulnerable.

“What?” I went limp under him. The hell?

“I never said I was straight.”

“You’re…not?”

---