Chapter 17
Mia
I’m hoping Sebastian is getting something from Oliver’s office, because if I have to sit out here one minute longer, I may combust from tension. My heartbeat races as I think about Sebastian snooping through the house. I hope he doesn’t get caught.
I hope we don’t get caught.
“It’s beautiful here,” I tell Enzo, as we sit out on a porch swing.
He places his arm around my shoulder and I snuggle into him, trying not to think about what I’m doing here.
Because I’d much rather cuddle with Sebastian.
I’m sure Sebastian’s probably not the cuddling type. I’m sure he’s a wham, bam, thank you ma’am, kind of guy. My body heats when I think about how he went down on me in the alley last night.
How his strong hands held me against his face.
How his tongue controlled me.
How his mouth worked me over, again and again.
I want more. I had the appetizer, now I’m craving the main course.
I could become addicted to those fingers roaming over my skin.
I need him. And if earlier is anything to go on, he doesn’t seem like a wham, bam, thank you ma’am type of man.
I’m sure he knows all the tricks in the bedroom to get a woman coming all night long from one single touch.
But I won’t be the one who makes the move. Last night, when we arrived back home, Sebastian didn’t say more than two words to me.
Even today he was quiet, not really expanding on anything that transpired between the two of us.
It makes me mad that he’ll barely even look at me. I mean, at dinner he placed his hand over mine when I agreed to help Lisa plan her event. The simple contact sent goosebumps exploding all over my skin.
Enzo and Oliver may have noticed how awkward it was, but hopefully they thought little of it. Enzo hasn’t mentioned anything about it. He’s been a complete gentleman. But I don’t want a gentleman right now. I want dark and dangerous.
I want Sebastian.
I pretend to be interested as Enzo keeps talking about Italy and how much I would love it here. Before long, Enzo’s close, too close, and I find myself in a situation I’m not feeling comfortable in.
Enzo moves in, and I can tell he wants to kiss me.
Sebastian could very well be getting all the information we need to clear his name, so I decide to just follow through.
No part of me wants to kiss this man, but I can’t let our cover get blown.
Enzo leans in, and just before our lips meet, Sebastian coughs from behind us, breaking the moment. Enzo laughs a little under his breath.
“Had to know your dad would ruin it.”
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him, glancing over my shoulder at Sebastian.
“We should head back, Gia. It’s late.” Sebastian crosses his arms over his chest. And I’m hoping he got what we came for.
“Maybe I can walk her back to Tony’s?” Enzo asks Sebastian.
“Why don’t we all walk back together?” I suggest. “Maybe you two can get to know each other better.”
Enzo leans close to my ear. “I’d like to get to know you a little better, if you know what I mean.”
Oliver steps out of nowhere, all disheveled. “No, everyone must stay the night here. I have many things to show you tomorrow.”
Why do they want us to stay the night? Is it Italian hospitality? Or, is there something else going on?
I glance at Sebastian and he nods, his eyes trying to tell me something telepathically. I think he’s trying to say he didn’t get the information because he agrees to stay, “That’s a great idea. I’m tired.”
Enzo stands. “Well, Oliver, you know I have that thing to do. I could come back after,” he says, staring at me.
I shake my head. “No, it’s ok. You can just stay out.” I yawn. “I’m exhausted anyway. I’ll probably just pass out.”
Oliver laughs, slapping Enzo on the back. “Yeah, you go do that thing. Come back tomorrow.”
I want to protest about staying here because I don’t have any of my things, but I can see Sebastian really wants to stay so I figure he needs help getting to Oliver’s computer.
Enzo says his goodbyes and Oliver’s wife appears to lead me to a room near the rear of the house.
“If you need anything, dear,” she says, walking out of the room and shutting the door, before finishing her sentence. She’s trashed.
I sit on the small bed in the corner and look around the airy room while I remove the dangly silver earrings from my ears. It reminds me of a country home with the gingham blue comforter and pictures of daisies on the wall. I lean back and rest my head on the frilly lace pillow. Now what? I’m not really tired.
The house sounds quiet, and I rise from the bed and tiptoe toward the door. Maybe I can find the information for Sebastian. I peek into the hallway, holding my breath, checking to see if anyone is walking around.
I traipse down the hall, keeping my feet light on the floor.
It’s dark, the moon barely casts any light through the windows, and I try not to make a sound as I make my way downstairs.
There’s a figure down in the kitchen, rummaging through a drawer. I have to believe it’s Sebastian, but I can’t be too sure.
I step onto the tiled flooring of the kitchen, and the figure spins around.
“Fuck, Mia. You scared me.” Sebastian’s eyes catch mine by the light of a street-lamp not too far away.
“What are you doing?”
“I found the office earlier, but had to get out because I thought someone was coming. Now, the door is locked,” he whispers. “I’m hoping to find a key or something I can use to get into it.”
“Let me help,” I say, moving toward the drawer to see what’s inside. I’m looking for anything. A screwdriver. Anything to help us get into Oliver’s office.
“Mia, go back to bed.”
I shake my head, wanting him to see that I can be more than the hindrance he probably thinks I am. “I want to help.”
He puts his hands on the top of my shoulders. “I know you do. And believe me, I want your help. But I don’t want you to get caught or anything bad to happen to you.”
“Let me help you.” I stare into his eyes, licking my lips. “Actually, I have an idea. Follow me.”
Sebastian follows, most likely curious as to what idea I have.
We stop in front of Oliver’s office door.
“You going to wish the door open?” Sebastian asks.
“Nope. Watch and learn.” I place a hand in my hair, pulling out a bobby pin. “Voila.”
Sebastian smiles, taking it from my hands. “You sure come in handy.”
I laugh a little, nudging Sebastian with my shoulder. “Open the door.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He picks the lock with ease, and before I know it, we’re both standing inside Oliver’s office.
I shut the door behind us, locking it so nothing looks amiss.
“There it is,” I tell Sebastian, staring at the computer.
Sebastian sits behind the large oak desk in front of a bay window. The blinds are shut, and I try to keep quiet so no one will hear anything. “Be on lookout. Just listen.”
Sebastian boots up the computer and taps away at some keys. I stand next to the door, trying my best to harness my inner Supergirl with supersonic hearing and listen carefully for any sound that shouldn’t be there.
My heart pounds loudly in my eardrums, making it nearly impossible to listen to anything going on outside of this office.
I watch as Sebastian types on the computer, frantically searching for the information that can clear his name.
I hope he finds it.
And soon.
Because I don’t know how much more of this I can handle.
I am not super-secret spy material.
Sebastian shuts off the computer. “Come here.”
I walk toward him, my heart in my throat, hoping he’s found everything he needs.
“I’ve got it,” he says, with a smile.
“You do? Where?” I search his hands, wondering if he printed a piece of paper while I wasn’t looking. Ok, I know it’s impossible because I would have heard it, but I’m wondering where this secret intel is.
“I emailed it to Jeremy, as well as my personal email, and Hector’s email address as well.”
“Oh, smart thinking.” See, this is why I would fail spy school. I’d probably print out the info and get caught red-handed with it when the printer was too loud and woke up everyone.
“Everything’s going to be ok.” He stands from the chair, stepping around the desk to stand directly in front of me.
I breathe out deep, hoping he’s right. He’s so close I could kiss him. And right now, I really want to feel his lips on mine.
So, I raise on tiptoes and take what I want for the first time in my life.
He palms my face. “Mia, I don’t know what’s going to happen with everything. With your father, or with us. Or Bishop. I just don’t know.”
I put my finger over his lips. “Right now, I don’t care. I just want to forget about all of that right now.”
He kisses me harder, more urgently, and with more passion than I’ve ever felt in my life. “I want that too.” He walks me backwards until I bump into the desk. He lifts me up on it.
“Sebastian, I need this,” I beg in a whisper.
“Mia, you’ll have to be quiet. Can you be quiet for me?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Yes.”
He runs a finger across my jawline. “Because I’m not going to be very forgiving tonight. I’m going to take what I’ve wanted for so long.”
“Ok.” My body heats at his words and I clench my thighs together.
He watches his finger as he traces it down the column of my throat and between my breasts. “Did you think about me last night? After I licked your pussy and made you come all over my face?”
My eyes widen at his brazen words. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” I whisper.
“Good. Me either.” He kisses me.
I spread my legs, and he steps between them.
“Mia, fuck.” He undoes his pants and pulls his dick out. I’ve never seen one so big in all my life. He fists it in his hand. “This is how badly I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”
I bite my lower lip. “Do it. Take what you want.”
He runs his fingers down the side of my face. “What I want from you I can’t possibly do now.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re trying to be quiet, and I don’t have the time to get you to submit properly.”
“Submit?”
“Yes, I want you to submit to me fully.”
I bite my lower lip. “Ok, how?”
Sebastian smirks. “Mia, right now I’m going to fuck you fast and hard. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to want to scream out, but you can’t.” He places a finger over my lips. “You’re going to want to scream, and I want to hear you scream, believe me, but you can’t. Not here, not now.”
I nod.
“Do you understand?”
I nod again.
“I need to hear it, Mia. I need you to tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
He stares at me like I’m forgetting something.
“What?” I ask.
“You forgot to call me sir.” He smiles this wicked smile. “Do you understand?”
I nod, slowly. “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck, that’s better.”
And then he does just what he says he was going to do. He takes me rough with hard, punishing strokes. He enters me like he’s a man that’s been denied what he wants his whole life. He moves inside me like he’s never had anything so good.
He thrusts in and out and back in again, moving with me as I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out.
“Fuck, Mia,” he whispers. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He moves inside me. “So fucking good.”
I feel safe in his arms as he takes what he wants from me. My orgasm slams through me, like an epic want of explosion. I kiss his lips, wanting to feel this connection. His orgasm is close, I can tell by the swift strokes he makes.
“Fuck, Mia, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “Cover my mouth or I’m going to get loud.”
I take my hand, covering his mouth like he told me to. “Yes, sir.”
That does it for him, and he comes, moaning into my hand.
As soon as we both settle down from our orgasms, the fear of being overheard sets in.
I glance around, listening for any sound.
“It’s ok. I’ve got the information out into the world. We don’t need to pretend anymore. Oliver and Enzo are going down.”
I nod. “Ok, right.”
Sebastian kisses my lips before we head out into the hallway. He walks me to my room and kisses me on my forehead.
“Get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll get back to the States.”
“Ok.”
I have no idea what awaits us back in the States. What happens to my father? Will they murder him once they’ve seen what he’s done?
Will they murder me for being his daughter?
And what of Bishop?
Can Sebastian really protect me from all of this?