“Let this be a lesson to you as well,” my father warned. “You and Sebastian have been working closely on the launch, but you know what they say. Like father, like son. You can’t trust him.”
I stiffened. “He’s nothing like his father,” I said. “Don’t take your anger out on him. Without Sebastian, we wouldn’thavea product line. He’s gone above and beyond for this project, and he hasn’t done anything wrong.”
A hint of suspicion crept into my father’s eyes. “Since when do you defend Sebastian Laurent? I had to twist your arm to get you to work with him.”
Shit. I shouldn’t have tipped my hand, but I’d let my impulses get the better of me.
My heart raced as I cobbled together an excuse. “I’m not defending him. I’m telling the truth. He’s annoying and arrogant, but he’s not Michel. I don’t like accusing people of things they haven’t done. That’s all.”
I was too afraid to look at Sebastian again, but the heat of his gaze scorched my cheek. He was standing less than a dozen feet away, yet he’d never felt so far.
“Perhaps, but it’s better to be safe than sorry,” my father said. “Once the launch is over, you are to delegate the rest of your collaboration duties to Ezra. You will not speak to anyone from the Laurent family,includingSebastian. That is an order. Are we clear?”
I swallowed the urge to argue some more. Trying to get through to him when he was like this would be harder than knocking down a brick wall with a toothpick. I was better off saving my energy for a future battle.
“Crystal,” I said.
Sebastian pushed me up against the side of a filing cabinet, his mouth desperate against mine as I hooked my legs around his waist. The old metal contraption rattled in protest, but I barely noticed.
“Right there. Right—God.” I moaned when he thrust inside me, his cock stretching me to the limit. He fisted my hair, his mouth trailing down my neck as he dragged his teeth over the sensitized skin.
We usually took things slower, but we were so wound up that we’d skipped the foreplay and gone straight to the main event. It didn’t matter. I was still dripping wet, my mind fracturing as he fucked me so hard that the cabinet shook with every brutal stroke.
This was the first time we’d had sex in two weeks, and it showed in the urgency of our movements. We didn’t even wait until our clothes were off. I’d unbuttoned his shirt, he’d shoved my skirt up around my waist and pushed my panties to the side, and—
I cried out when he hit my most sensitive spot. Lightning streaks of pleasure arced down my spine, and I instinctively clenched around him, making him groan.
“You feel so fucking good.” Sebastian tightened his already viselike grip on my hair. Tears sprang to my eyes at the electric mix of pain and pleasure. “Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? Do you get yourself off at night, thinking about what I’d do to you the next time I saw you?”
“Yes.” My nails dug into his shoulders. I was trembling, my orgasm edging closer and closer to the brink. “Yesyesyes. I… I…” He thrust into me again, and I lost the ability to form words.
“You what?” He released my hair to grasp my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were dark and fierce with hunger.“What do you do, Maya?”
“I think of you,” I whimpered. “Only you.”
The hunger in his eyes flared into raw, primal need. He let go of my chin and gripped my hips with both hands, holding me steady as he slammed into me so hard, it knocked the breath out of my lungs.
Just like that, I came apart. My orgasm tipped over the edge, making me scream so loud he had to clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle the noise. It reminded me of our first time in the stairwell, which only made me come harder.
Sebastian cursed as he found his own release. His muscles went taut, and his thrusts became erratic as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me. His hand left my mouth, and I gasped in a lungful of air as we gradually came down from our dizzying highs.
“Fuck,” he panted. “That was…”
“Incredible.” I rested my head against the cabinet, trying to catch my breath. “But risky.”
We were in a cramped back office in the hotel’s administrative wing. I’d told my father I needed to wrap up some paperwork with the hotel, and I’d waited for him and Michel to leave before asking the event manager for a place where I could make a “quick but highly confidential call.” Sebastian had snuck in after I’d told him where to meet me.
We didn’t have much time before someone came looking for us, but I wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet.
“Risky, but worth it.” He kissed me again, his voice unbearably tender compared to the roughness of our sex. “I miss you so fucking much.”
My chest squeezed. “I miss you too.”
Sneaking around wasn’t the same asbeingtogether, and the longing in his eyes told me he felt the same.
Sebastian pulled out and gently unwound my legs from aroundhis waist. He cleaned us both up with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket. His movements were slow and careful, like he was trying to drag this out as long as possible. Once he finished, he wrapped the handkerchief in a tissue and slipped it into his pocket. We couldn’t risk the office owner finding it in the trash later.
“It’s killing me not to see you every day,” he said quietly.
