Page 59 of Closer

She cranes her neck to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes hazy and sated. “Definitely not.”

I brush a tender kiss to her lips before easing out of her and helping her stand on wobbly legs.

She rests her head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. This. It’s more than sex, more than physical pleasure. It’s… everything.

I’m done running, done pretending. I want her, all of her. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine again. For real this time. No more games, no more lies, no more pretending. Her and me, building something real. Something that lasts.

I draw her in for another kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. I’m getting lost in her again, the feel of her, and the little mewls she makes.

And then my fucking phone buzzes.

I try to ignore it, but Lil pulls back. “It might be important.”

I glance at the screen. Dad. Of course. I hit ignore and turn back to her with a smirk. “Now, where were we? I believe I was promised a second round.”

She opens her mouth to respond, but the phone rings again. Goddamn it.

“You should take it,” she says softly.

“I’ll call him back later.”

She shakes her head. “I’d feel bad. Take it now.”

I arch a brow. “If I take it now, you’ll let me do whatever I want after?”

Her pupils dilate, and she nods.

Fuck yes.

I snatch up the phone. “What?”

“Did you fix it?” Dad asks. “How did it go?”

“Didn’t Marcus already come running to you?” I tuck myself back into my joggers.

“Did you fix it?”

I’m about to launch into the details when I catch sight of Lil out of the corner of my eye. She lies on the couch, combing her fingers through her tousled hair with her robe in place. The simple gesture is far more seductive than it has any right to be.

Everything crashes. Our little game of pretend disrupted by the real world. I’m back to my room in college, looking at the pages of proof my father brought. What if this is a trick to get information again?Eavesdropping? Gather intel on the company? Is that why she wanted me to take this call?

I try to shove the thought away. This is Lil. She wouldn’t…

But the doubt is there now, insidious and gnawing. She so easily agreed to this peace. Letting me fuck her.

She glances up, catching my gaze, and something flickers in her eyes. Uncertainty? Guilt?

Fuck. I can’t think straight.

Dad’s impatient voice crackles through the phone. “Sebastian? Are you there?”

I drag a hand over my face. “Yeah, I’m here. Listen, can I call you back? I’m in the middle of something.”

“In the middle of what? What could be more important than—”

“I said I’ll call you back.” I end the call before he can protest and toss the phone aside.

Lil sits up, concern etched on her face. “Is everything okay?”

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