Page 17 of His Secret Addiction

“I was fifteen,” I hurry to say, shuffling nervously on my feet. “I…I was just trying to be supportive to my neighbor!” I don’t even believe my own lie.

“I see that,” he says, his voice quiet, and I wait for him to tease me for drawing a heart around his picture, but he doesn’t, which is more unnerving than it would be if he actually made fun of me.

Sebastian walks to the window facing his and tugs open the blinds, getting the perfect view of his bedroom. From my room, we can see his bed and his drum set. The rest of his instruments went with him when he moved out. As kids, he spent the majority of his time on his bed playing music, and I…Well, spent most of mine watching him. Unless he was sleeping, he was constantly playing something. The sudden silence was deafening when he went away.

In his silence now, I can only imagine what he’s thinking about. From the poster to the window facing his room, I bet he might have an inkling that I have feelings for him. Feelings that run deeper than what happened today.

Sebastian turns around to face me, and I suddenly feel naked under his dark gaze. I smooth my shaky palms over my jeans, anticipating his next words. There is no telling what’s happening behind that stoic face. What the man is thinking has always been as much a mystery to me as it has to the rest of his fans. He’s that good at keeping his emotions hidden.

“Tell me something, kitten,” he drawls, causing my heart to jump in my chest. “What was running through your mind every time you spied on me through your window.”

“Nothing,” I say in a rush of air. “I…never looked.”

“I prefer the truth.”

“I promise, I never… What are you doing?” I gasp when he pushes away from the window and takes a step toward me. “Okay, I’ll tell you. Just stop right there!” He stops, and I breathe out a sigh when he does so. “I just…sometimes, I liked watching you play.”

“Is that all?”

“No.” Christ, I meant to say yes but with those dark eyes watching me, I find myself caving to the truth. “Sometimes I just wanted to see you. Lying on the bed on your phone texting, or playing your guitar, or…”

“Or what?”

I blush at the memory of the time I caught him jerking under his sheets. That was probably eleven years ago, and I knew the man needed his privacy, but I found myself peeking through the curtains and watching the motion of his hand under the covers. My gaze was, especially on his face. His eyes were closed and lips parted, puffing out sharp breaths as he brought himself to an orgasm. I ducked under my window when his eyes snapped open and it was sheer luck that he didn’t catch me but it’s not my fault that his curtains were drawn.

“The point is, I saw a lot of things.” I decide to leave it at that. He probably doesn’t need to know how many times I saw him strut around his room in just boxers. I don’t mention the time I had to wipe the drool off my mouth from watching him work out on his bedroom floor. Maybe it was wrong of me to spy on the man so shamelessly, but Sebastian is…perfect. From his midnight black hair and dark eyes to a body that looks like it’s curved from stone, it’s a sin to not look. He was created for the stage. To be admired, and that’s all I did.

So maybe I did more than admire him, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Why don’t you return the favor?”

“Huh?” The man starts walking toward me once more, and I take a step back. The back of my knees hit the bed frames and I nearly fall back. “Sebastian!”

“I like the way you call out my name, kitten,” he rasps, walking toward me but I have nowhere to run. “Now, I think it’s only fair that I ask you to return the favor. All those years of watching me prance around my room naked.”

“I never saw you naked!” except for that one time, but it was brief, and I ducked away because I was too shy. Christ, nowthat I think back on it, I might have been a bit obsessed with the man.

Sebastian stops in front of me. “How do I know you are telling the truth?”

“I…” My words trail off, his strong masculine scent leaving me immobile. I search my head for what it is I was going to say but come back empty. “Sebastian…I…”

“How about I strip for you instead, let you see the real thing up close.”

I suck in a sharp breath, my heart hammering at his words. God, I’ve always dreamed about seeing and touching him up close; it almost drove me to madness. And now he is offering to let me do that without having to watch him like a little stalker.

Is he teasing me? Christ, I will kill him if this is his idea of a joke, but his heated eyes tell me otherwise.

“The dinner…”

Sebastian wraps his hand around my nape and leans in. I know what he’s going to do and my eyes flutter to a close as our mouths meet in a slow, toe-curling kiss. I fist his shirt, opening up for him when he seeks to deepen the kiss. It quickly transforms into something dirty as our tongues slide hotly over each other, dampening my sex. “You don’t need to hide anymore, kitten,” he rasps into the kiss. “Today I’ll let you do more than just watch.”

Our eyes lock in a room charged with lust and I realize that I want this. Fake girlfriend or not, I want this part of him. And I want him to take a part of me I have kept for myself.

I want to give everything.

I want to be his. To belong to this man, even if it’s just for the night.

I can have him tonight, and then later, I will share him with the rest of the world. Years to come when he falls in love with someone else and doesn’t need to lie about them, I will still have this moment.

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