Page 75 of Blackmail
Still. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Language.” Sebastian tsks. Unlike my brother, though, when Sebastian scolds me, I get a case of the shivers and the sincere hope that maybe he’ll want to give me a spanking.
“I’m working, Sebastian. What do you want?”
“Are you going to fuck him?”
Is that possessive asshole jealousy I’m getting? Or do I just really fucking want it to be?
“You wanna tell me why you think that’s any of your business? You released me from any further obligation, remember?”
“I ended my boyfriend experience early so you could spend time with your brother, not turn right around and fuck another client.”
“It’s what I do, Sebastian. Jealous?”
“Yes.”
Oh, Lord. I’m going to combust right here.
Why does that get me hard? Why is my heart suddenly thrashing like I’m having a medical episode? Those three letters make me feel something I wasn’t prepared for. I wanted him to be jealous. I didn’t expect him to come out and say it.
He’s also pissing me off. “You knew this was my job from the beginning. I was getting fucked by your husband when we met, remember?”
He doesn’t answer, but we both know he remembers. The hard set of his jaw is confirmation.
“Speaking of Tony, by the way. I saw him come in. I saw him scanning the room, looking for someone. Would that someone be you, by any chance? I know he’s been wanting to talk.”
Now Sebastian’s looking annoyingly amused. “Why? Jealous?”
I don’t know what I hate more—the way he turned the question around on me, or my answer.
“Yes.”
He pushes himself tighter against me. Tight enough that I can feel him getting hard, I can feel his heat seeping through my tuxedo. There’s a tickle of his breath against my ear.
“I do need to talk to him. We were supposed to have dinner in a couple of days, but I found out he’d be here, which is better. He won’t make a scene in front of all these people whose opinions matter to him. His refusal to sign those papers threatens my business and is a complication I don’t have time for. I would very much rather be doing other things, I promise you. I’d rather be spending time with one person in particular. Until I find some way to convince him otherwise, Tony is still my husband.”
Jesus Fucknuts Christ, how is he doing this to me? I know Tony’s his husband. I also know they’re separated, that Sebastian’s working on divorce proceedings, and that I don’t have a single molecule of room to talk shit about Sebastian being married in the first place. Still, hearing him say the words in that gravelly sex voice of his is making me want to do violence. Without even meaning to, my hands tighten on his arm.
“I told you I can’t help. Brennan would kill me.”
Quite possibly literally. I may feel loyalty to him, but Brennan only protects us because doing so protects his interests. We wouldn’t be safe if we were suddenly liabilities.
Sebastian’s teeth graze my ear. “So you’ve said. And I believe you. More importantly, you’re more valuable to me now than when we were strangers.”
“It’s because you got to sample my tight ass, right? That’s why they pay me the big bucks.”
I’m joking to fight the temptation his statement stirs—the temptation to ask the question: What is my value now? Does he mean what I want him to?
“Smartass.” Then he kisses my jaw. And the corner of my mouth, almost on my lips, but not quite.
“Well, that can’t possibly be news.” There’s hardly any breath in my lungs to push those words out.
“No, it’s one of the first things I learned. One of the first things about you that I found so fucking compelling.” When Sebastian’s teeth sink into my lip, I can’t help but shiver.
“I have a date to get back to.” Except all I do is groan when he bites my lip again.
“As much as I’d like to, I won’t keep you from it. As you say, it’s your job. I knew it was when we met. But before you return, I need to be certain you understand something.”
