Page 131 of Closer

The words are like a physical caress, igniting a molten heat low in my belly. I want to crawl into his lap, to wind my arms around his neck and kiss him until we’re both breathless. But I don’t. Not yet. He should eat.

I squeeze his thigh again and pull back with a shaky breath. “Remember when you would bring me dinner in college? I nearly got kicked out because of you.”

He moves closer to me. “Funny, I seem to remember it differently. The librarian loved me.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Do we mean the same one? Mrs. Hofstatt?”

“Hundred percent sure.”

“Oh.” I turn to face him, our noses nearly touching. He moved closer. “Really?”

“Do you remember what we did afterward?” he asks.

“Study.”

His gaze drops to my lips, his breath mingling with mine. “Try again.”

“We—”

He leans in, humming against my neck and making my whole body tremble. “What did we do, princess?”

“We had sex.”

His lips crash into mine, desperate and hungry. I gasp, but the sound is swallowed by the urgency of his kiss. My hands clutch at his shoulders, needing him closer.

“Wait,” I manage between heated kisses. “The food—”

“Fuck the food.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I want you.”

He trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck, making me whimper. God, how does he do this to me? One touch, and I’m putty in his hands.

My fingers thread through his hair, tugging him back up to my mouth. The kiss starts soft but deepens quickly. He groans, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.

Ecstasy rushes through me as I grind down on him, relishing the fact that he’s rock-hard. I affect him as much as he affects me.

“Fuck.” His hands sneak beneath my blouse, fingers splaying across the skin of my back. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

I do know. Because he does the same to me. It’s always been like this with us. This raw, undeniable chemistry. This need that consumes us both.

His fingers work quickly to unbutton my blouse, and shortly after, his shirt joins mine on the floor. I rake my nails down his chest, relishing the hiss that escapes him. He retaliates by unclasping my bra, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebble under his touch.

I moan, my head falling back as the sensation overwhelms me. “Please, I—”

A knock at the door shatters the moment. We freeze, panting, staring at each other with wide, lust-blown eyes.

“Mr. Barron? I’m leaving for today.” The voice of his assistant rings through the door.

“Have a nice evening,” he says. “And now, back to you.” His hands nudge my skirt higher and higher until his palm comes to rest on top of my bare ass. “Princess, you have no panties on?”

The heat in my cheeks returns. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

“Well, aren’t you a naughty girl.” He squeezes my ass. “Coming to my office with no panties, seducing me...”

I love when he talks like that. “Are you complaining?”

“Hell no.” He captures my mouth in a burning kiss.

“Sebastian,” I gasp as his fingers find my slick folds. “Please…”

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