Page 21 of Addicted To His Favorite
Her fingers nervously toyed with the fabric of his shirt. After a brief pause, biting her lip, she murmured, “Sebastian.”
His lips curled into a smile, but a slight frown crept over his brow. “Only Sebastian?” he asked, raising a brow.
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, shyness blooming across her features. She hesitated, searching for words, but before she could respond, his fingers tightened gently in her hair, tilting her head back once more so she had no choice but to look into his eyes again.
In an affectionate voice, he said, “You can call me whatever you like.”
What she didn’t hear was the quiet thought swirling in his mind: ‘I’ll wait for the day you call me your love. It’s going to happen someday. I’ve already waited all these years—what’s a little more?’
Emily’s face softened into a smile, and Sebastian’s heart settled at the sight.
He eased his grip from her hair, letting his hands glide down to cradle her neck with gentle care. His head dipped to the other side of her neck, one hand resting firmly on the side to steady her as he pressed his lips against the delicate skin there.
His lips found her skin again, planting a trail of soft kisses along her neck throughout the ride. There were several light bites, soft licks.
When the car finally came to a halt in front of Nox Enterprises, Sebastian reluctantly released her.
They both stepped out, and Emily glanced back at the towering building, then the time on her phone.
“I guess Jacob will forgive me for being late just this once,” she murmured, starting toward the office doors.
But before she could take more than a few steps, Sebastian’s hand shot out and pulled her back.
His lips met hers in a fierce, claiming kiss, pressing her against him. She felt the heat of him, the brush of his teeth as he tugged gently at her lips, and the slide of his tongue teasing against hers in a way that made her breath hitch.
Her hands went to his chest, clutching him, heart racing, knees weak under the force of his hunger.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were still warm and slightly swollen, his gaze intense yet soft as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“From now on,” he said, voice low and earnest, “you’re not allowed to walk away without giving me a kiss.”
She licked her lips, heart thudding hard in her chest. After a moment, she gave him a short nod, cheeks flushed with warmth,and stepped back before he could overwhelm her with more kisses right there on the street.
Turning back toward the office, she hesitated, then spun around and walked back to him.
“Don’t wait for me at dinner tonight. I’ll be out late.”
“Alright,” he answered quietly.
As she turned to leave once more, he reached out, brushing his lips quickly over hers before letting her go.
Emily walked toward the entrance, pausing by the elevator. She glanced back once more—Sebastian was still standing there, hands in his pockets, watching her intently.
He didn’t move until the elevator doors slid closed, swallowing her out of sight.
***
That evening, Emily settled onto a plush couch in the open lounge area, her fingers curling tightly around the stem of her glass. Nearby, Jeremy danced wildly on the floor, his movements provocative and carefree. Several women clustered around him, flirting and trying to get close to him. He held a cold beer bottle in one hand, taking deep swigs between his energetic moves.
Emily stayed seated, nursing her drink quietly, watching the swirl of bodies and flashing lights. After a while, Jeremy slumped down beside her, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
He let his gaze roam over her—from the sweep of her hair to the curve of her legs—then snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.
“This is a club. Why are you still dressed like a nun instead of dressing sexy?”
She glanced down at her outfit. Her baby pink mini dress had a high neck, exposed shoulders, and thin straps crossing her back. It wasn’t revealing or slutty—just elegant. But to Jeremy, it was “a dress for nuns.”
He grabbed another beer from the table, taking a long sip before speaking again.
