39. Lilian
Chapter 39
Lilian
He takes the bag from my hand. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“Well, I figured if you couldn’t come to dinner, dinner could come to you.”
He chuckles, that deep, rich sound that always makes my knees weak. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
I bite my lip, heat rising in my cheeks. “I try.” I guess I was wrong, thinking it would annoy him.
He sets the food on his desk, then turns back to me with a glint in his eye. “Actually, I have something for you too.”
“Oh?” My heart skips as he rummages through his desk drawers.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
I obey. Something solid and rectangular is placed in my palms.
“Okay, open,” he says.
It’s a book. Not just any book—the limited edition of ‘A Whisper of Scandal’, which is not even out yet. I gasp. “How did you get this?!”
“I have my ways.”
I’m so overwhelmed I could cry. Instead, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him deeply .
He kisses me back for a heated moment before pulling away, grabbing the food containers. “We should eat before it gets cold.” He moves over to the couch table, tapping the place beside him.
I settle beside him, and he hands me a container before opening his, the aroma of garlic and herbs wafting up.
“Mmm, smells delicious.” He digs in, humming appreciatively. “Tastes even better. Though not as good as you.”
I nearly choke on my pasta.
“You okay?” He smirks.
“Yes.” I elbow him lightly. “Gemma and Mary asked if we wanted to go on a triple date. We both could use a fun night out, and it’s been ages since we went out all together.”
“Sounds perfect. Count me in.”
“Great! I’ll let the girls know it’s on.”
We eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
“So,” I venture, “rough day?”
He sets down his fork. “You could say that. A lot going on.”
I study him, taking in the tense set of his shoulders, the tightness around his eyes. He looks exhausted. Worn thin. And all because of me. I’ve been too greedy. Taking too much of his time.
“We don’t have to go on the date,” I say. “Let’s do it when everything cools down.” Reaching out, I lay a hand on his thigh, giving a gentle squeeze.
“No, we should go.” He covers my hand with his own, larger and warmer. Callused. “I appreciate it. But…” He shakes his head. “I don’t want my work to affect us.”
“Hey.” I scoot closer, until our legs press together from hip to knee. “It won’t. Never. I will always be here for you like you are for me. In whatever way you need. And if work is currently a lot, I can understand that.”
Something flickers in his eyes, deep and heated and tinged with vulnerability. His thumb strokes over my knuckles, sending little sparks skittering through my veins.
“Careful, princess.” His voice is deep and gravelly. “I might take you up on that.”
“I’m counting on it,” I say.
“Fuck, the things you do to me…”
The words are like a physical caress, igniting a molten heat low in my belly. I want to crawl into his lap, to wind my arms around his neck and kiss him until we’re both breathless. But I don’t. Not yet. He should eat.
I squeeze his thigh again and pull back with a shaky breath. “Remember when you would bring me dinner in college? I nearly got kicked out because of you.”
He moves closer to me. “Funny, I seem to remember it differently. The librarian loved me.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Do we mean the same one? Mrs. Hofstatt?”
“Hundred percent sure.”
“Oh.” I turn to face him, our noses nearly touching. He moved closer. “Really?”
“Do you remember what we did afterward?” he asks.
“Study.”
His gaze drops to my lips, his breath mingling with mine. “Try again.”
“We—”
He leans in, humming against my neck and making my whole body tremble. “What did we do, princess?”
“We had sex. ”
His lips crash into mine, desperate and hungry. I gasp, but the sound is swallowed by the urgency of his kiss. My hands clutch at his shoulders, needing him closer.
“Wait,” I manage between heated kisses. “The food—”
“Fuck the food.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I want you.”
He trails open-mouthed kisses down my neck, making me whimper. God, how does he do this to me? One touch, and I’m putty in his hands.
My fingers thread through his hair, tugging him back up to my mouth. The kiss starts soft but deepens quickly. He groans, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.
Ecstasy rushes through me as I grind down on him, relishing the fact that he’s rock-hard. I affect him as much as he affects me.
“Fuck.” His hands sneak beneath my blouse, fingers splaying across the skin of my back. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I do know. Because he does the same to me. It’s always been like this with us. This raw, undeniable chemistry. This need that consumes us both.
His fingers work quickly to unbutton my blouse, and shortly after, his shirt joins mine on the floor. I rake my nails down his chest, relishing the hiss that escapes him. He retaliates by unclasping my bra, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebble under his touch.
I moan, my head falling back as the sensation overwhelms me. “Please, I—”
A knock at the door shatters the moment. We freeze, panting, staring at each other with wide, lust-blown eyes.
“Mr. Barron? I’m leaving for today.” The voice of his assistant rings through the door .
“Have a nice evening,” he says. “And now, back to you.” His hands nudge my skirt higher and higher until his palm comes to rest on top of my bare ass. “Princess, you have no panties on?”
The heat in my cheeks returns. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
“Well, aren’t you a naughty girl.” He squeezes my ass. “Coming to my office with no panties, seducing me...”
I love when he talks like that. “Are you complaining?”
“Hell no.” He captures my mouth in a burning kiss.
“Sebastian,” I gasp as his fingers find my slick folds. “Please…”
“Do you want my cock inside you?” He circles my clit, making my hips buck.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. In a flash, he lifts me up and places me on his desk, shoving aside papers and pens. They clatter to the floor, but neither of us cares, more busy with getting him out of his trousers. All that matters is this, us, and the fire burning between us.
He hitches my leg around his hip, the blunt head of his cock hard and thick, nudging at my entrance.
“Fuck.” His forehead rests against mine. “You’re so wet.”
I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He captures my lips in another kiss and pushes into me. I cry out at the stretch, the fullness, the delicious drag of his length. He’s perfect.
“You feel so good.” His lips caress my neck. “So fucking tight.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me, the desk creaking beneath us.
“Harder.” My nails rake down his back. “Do it harder.”
He complies with a grunt, his thrusts becoming erratic. My orgasm builds, that delicious tension taking over my body .
My walls start to flutter around him. “Don’t stop.”
He growls. “Come for me, princess.” His fingers find my clit, rubbing hard circles, and that’s all it takes.
I shatter with a silent scream, my body convulsing around him until I’m slack.
“We’re not done yet.” He pulls out, setting me on my feet and turning me around.
“What are you—”
He bites down on my shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry from deep within me. Heat surges through my body, and he slides his hard cock along my folds.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.”
I comply eagerly, my entire body and hands quivering. He grasps them firmly and presses them against my lower back, pinning me down on the desk. The ache between my legs grows more insistent, and I want him back inside of me, filling me completely.
“Such a beautiful sight.” He places soft kisses along my spine, each one igniting a new spark of pleasure pulsing through me.
I moan, wiggling in his hold. He doesn’t respond with words, only action, snapping his hips forward, driving into me with a ferocity that steals my breath away. My mind morphs into a haze of pleasure, every thought obliterated by the power of his thrusts. It’s an onslaught of sensations, all-consuming and more intense than the first round. I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies colliding, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room.
“Do you love having me inside you, princess?”
I struggle to form words, rocking my hips to meet each thrust.
“Good girl.” He slams into me, alternating between deep and hard, slow and fast .
My legs shake, barely able to support my weight as pleasure builds within me like a ticking bomb, its imminent explosion threatening to shatter me into a thousand pieces. “Sebastian, I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Come for me.” He pinches my clit and circles it in time with his thrusts.
The fullness of him inside me, paired with the delicious friction against—
I cry out his name, my voice wavering, and my entire body tense before I finally surrender to the pleasure that consumes me once more. Every part of me spasms uncontrollably, my vision blurring as wave after wave of euphoria crashes through me.
He grunts, his grip on my wrists tightening before burying himself deep inside me one final time, filling me with his cum.
Our breathing slows, and his lazy thrusts in and out of me are intoxicating. My moans grow softer, the pleasure lingering, and my body ever so slowly comes down from the high.
Reality begins to seep back in, and Sebastian presses a soft kiss to the nape of my neck. “I think I’m ready for the other food now.”
I let out a breathy chuckle.
“Stay there.” He releases my hands, and I slump onto his desk.
Sated.
I hear a drawer and then the rustle of fabric. A damp cloth slides between my legs, gently wiping away the remnants. When he’s finished, he lifts me into his arms, carries me to the couch, and wraps me in a blanket, holding me close against him.
“Thank you for coming.” His breath tickles my ear. “I really needed this. ”
“I’m glad I did,” I murmur. Right here, at this moment, I have everything I need.
“I love you.”
My heart stutters. “I…” Joy and fear war within me, though joy seems to have the upper hand. I already told him that I still love him, so why is it so hard now?
“You don’t have to say it back.”
I nod.
“For what I do want to have an answer, is if you want to come to brunch with me this weekend?”
“Brunch?” I meet his eyes.
“Yes, my mother invited us. She has her weekly Sunday brunches with friends, and sometimes they invite more people.”
“So, like a party?”
“Yes.”
That would mean everybody knows. It would be like the ultimate declaration of us being together again. Like in a novel, the first appearance of a couple at an event, and everybody knows she’s off-limits. Promised.
Me. Meeting his parents. Officially. As his girlfriend. This time. Would be the same.
“We can skip it if you don’t want to.”
“No, I’d like to go.” Cupping his cheek, I pull him in for a kiss. A kiss that hopefully conveys what I can’t say yet.
I love him.
There is no doubt.