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They lost count of time as he ravaged her—again and again, over and over—each round more intense than the last. Their bodies tangled, sweat-slick and desperate, fueled by raw need.
Hours burned away in wild chaos, every touch and bite scorching her skin, his hunger for her raging without end all night.
Chapter 18 Your Wife
Sebastian’s sleep was broken by the sharp buzz of his phone. His eyes flew open, alert in an instant. Without glancing at the caller ID, he reached over Emily’s sleeping form, grabbed the phone from the nightstand, and answered gruffly, voice still thick from sleep.
“Don’t wake her,” he muttered under his breath, then answered the call with a growl. “What?” he barked, voice low but sharp with irritation.
“Mr. Graves, you’ve got an important acquisition deal in less than half an hour.” came Leon Cole’s familiar, but hesitant voice.
Sebastian’s jaw clenched the moment he recognized it. Leon—his secretary—always had the impeccable talent of disturbing him at the worst possible times.
“What meeting?” Sebastian muttered, rubbing a hand across his face. “Handle it yourself.”
“I can’t, Mr. Graves,” Leon said, voice rising with panic. “They’re not asking for a representative—they wantyou. You scheduled this meeting yourself! It’s the acquisition deal we’ve spent the past year arranging. Did you forget? You have to be there. In person.”
Sebastian didn’t respond. He simply exhaled sharply, hung up, and tossed the phone back onto the nightstand. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he turned his attention back to the woman sleeping beside him.
The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over her. Emily lay still, her hair fanned across the pillow.
He slipped under the covers and slid his arm beneath her head, pulling her close. His other hand gently tucked her hair behind her ear as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her temple.
“You’re finally asleep…” he whispered against her skin, voice husky. “After crying under me all night, begging me to give you more.”
A small, satisfied smirk curled at his lips. He stared at her peaceful face, eyes darkening with something dangerous and possessive.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured. “Now that I finally have you, you’re mine.”
His gaze drifted down to his hand resting near her ear. The platinum ring with the crimson diamond shimmered faintly in the light. The same one she’d slipped onto his finger a few years ago. His heart clenched.
“Do you remember this ring?” he murmured, eyes never leaving her sleeping face. “You gave it to me that day… when you chose me.”
His fingertips slid down to her collarbone, gently tracing the faint marks he’d left on her skin.
He hadn't meant to leave any… but a few had slipped past his control. Her skin was flushed from his touch, and even now, thememory made his blood surge. The urge to mark her again, to make her his again, clawed at him.
As his fingers grazed her skin, his mouth followed. His lips brushed along her neck, nose skimming her pulse point, inhaling her soft scent. His body stirred slightly.
A groan rumbled low in his throat as his arousal returned, stiff and aching. He lowered his face to her neck, about to taste her again—
Knock.
His body froze.
Another knock.
Suppressing a curse, Sebastian slipped out of bed. He yanked on his pants, left his shirt on the floor, and stalked to the door. He flung it open with a sharp glare.
Leon, standing outside, took a visible step back.
His eyes widened slightly at the sight of his boss—shirtless, hair tousled, hickeys covering his throat.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “Have you looked enough?”
Leon’s gaze darted back up to his face and he cleared his throat. “Sorry, Mr. Graves. Were you with a… lady?”
Sebastian grumbled. “She’s inside,” he said bluntly. “In my bed.”
