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Sebastian’s tongue finds my entrance, and I jolt in my seat.
“Wanted to check on those contracts I need signed. I needed themlastweek,but you called out so?—”
“Okay. I’ll get them to you as soon as I can.” I try not to pant as Sebastian’s thick fingers work themselves into me, curling up to hit my sweet spot.
I’m seeing stars, and Rolandwon’t leave.
He pauses at the door. “Are you okay? You seem a little... off.”
“Fine. Just, you know, pregnancy brain fog.”
Roland looks at me curiously but eventually shrugs andcloses the door, and all the breath rushes out of my lungs as I start to come around Sebastian’s fingers, rocking my hips so there’s more friction against my clit.
Sebastian groans, panting softly against me before lifting his head and wiping his face with his hand, grinning wickedly at me.
I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re a menace to society.”
“Born and bred.” He chuckles, pushing my chair back and standing up, adjusting his slightly rumpled suit.
He reaches down to pat my stomach before leaving the office without a word.
I stare at the door after he leaves, wondering just what fresh hell I’ve gotten myself into.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
DAMIEN
I keepan eye out for Olivia at work.
It’s not a new thing, not just because of the pregnancy. I’ve always kept an eye on her, and maybe that’s because she took my breath away the first time I saw her.
So when Sebastian goes into her office, I know about it. I know what he’s likely doing in there, too, and I prepare myself for the sick feeling of jealousy I know is coming.
Instead, though, it’s not jealousy I feel. Maybe a littleenvy.
I wish I’d had that same idea, but I’ve been so buried in helping Olivia with fundraisers and bill collecting.
I guess I don’t actually mind sharing her. What I do mind is the idea that this baby might not be mine.
I’m getting used to the idea of a family, of having someone to come home to, someone to rely on.
I’ve never had that, and if one of them takes it away from me, I’ll fight tooth and nail.
I just want to have security, people that love me. Is that so much to ask?
I see Olivia again around three in the afternoon when she takes a trip to the water cooler.
I’m not thirsty, but I grab a cup anyway, smiling at her.
“Feel better?” I raise an eyebrow, and she flushes.
It makes me smirk.
“So, you know?”
“I put it together when he went into your office. These walls are thin, you know.”
She groans and puts a hand to her forehead as if face-palming. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t in the office.”
