“Fantastic you were able to make it,” she said, air-kissing me then Sebastian.
“Of course,” I replied gamely while Sebastian nodded. I was very aware that his eyes kept flicking over to me. I could feel them roam over my body, memorizing every inch. I shivered involuntarily as I imagined his tongue on me.
“We very much appreciate your generous donation,” the board member went on. “I did want to invite you to a soiree after this event.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t,” Sebastian said, “I have to go pick up my little brother. I’m afraid I can’t stay much longer. I’ve been taking advantage of the Svenssons’ offers to babysit far too much already, I’m afraid.”
“Rightly so,” the woman said, nodding. “Don’t want to let him spend too much time with those kids. They’re feral. It’s a good thing Hunter is marrying Meg. Those boys need the firm hand of a woman to keep them in line.”
“They do have their hands full,” I piped up.
“And you, Sebastian, need to find a wife,” the board member continued. “Your little brother can’t grow up without a mother. Now, I’m sure you’re doing the best that you can, though your efforts are probably not all that great. I should introduce you to my daughter. She works at the daycare at Svensson PharmaTech. She would be a wonderful mother for your little brother. He needs a good female influence.”
Beside me, Sebastian stood frozen, back ramrod straight.
“Sebastian doesn’t need a wife,” I said, defensive. “He does a great job raising his little brother.”
“Yes, but that’s not a family,” the woman insisted.
“Families come in all shapes and sizes,” I said stubbornly.
“Hmm.” The older woman sniffed. “I’ll still send you my daughter’s contact information.”
Sebastian didn’t look at me as the woman walked away.
I stroked his arm. “Don’t listen to her,” I said reassuringly. “She’s just trying to bag a rich, handsome, sexy son-in-law so she can make inappropriate comments at Sunday dinner. Then she’ll drink too much and pretend to drop her fork down her blouse and make a big show of fishing it out right in front of you.”
Sebastian turned his head and smiled at me. “Thank you,” he said.
“Nothing to thank me for,” I told him. “I’m a straight shooter, just telling it like I see it. And you’re a good guy.”
“I thought you said I was a sexy, handsome man,” he murmured, arms coming back up to wrap around me.
“Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”
“Or maybe I just want you to drop a fork down your shirt and watch you fish it out.”
“I’d rather have your hands on my tits,” I whispered back to him.
In a swift motion, he pulled our bodies together, kissing me forcefully.
I moaned against his mouth. That was what we had been dancing around all day. Now that it was finally here, I didn’t want it to end.
Sebastian’s tongue traced my bottom lip then slipped into my mouth, tangling with mine. His hands caressed my curves, cupping my ass then running along the seam of my dress.
I strained against him, and Sebastian drew back.
“It’s not my hands I want on your tits. It’s my mouth,” he said, nuzzling my neck.
I wanted to give in and let him take me to some dark corner somewhere and do whatever he wanted to my tits. But I was trying to make better life choices, and sleeping with a hot guy whose guts I had flat-out hated only a few days before was not a good decision.
It would be a feel-good decision, though, maybe even orgasm inducing.
I tried to calm my breathing as I pushed his hands off me.
“It’s a work night. I have a meeting in Manhattan in the morning.”
His eyes, which moments ago had been warm, went cold.
