The double pleasure sensation makes my mouth fall open as we stare at each other.
“I’m saving that for my forever man.”
He smiles as he kisses me, his pinkie inching in a little. The feeling of his thumb pumping deep inside of me and his pinkie finger hovering there does things to me, and I moan with a shudder.
The need for a deeper connection steals my breath.
Fuck, yes.
He bites my bottom lip. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this. I can feel the need in your body.” His tongue delves deep into my mouth as he kisses my passionately, and I can’t deny it. When he touches me there, it feels too good. Who am I kidding? Every touch from Sebastian Garcia is out of this world.
He rolls over me and spreads my legs, just as the doorbell rings out from downstairs. He frowns, and keeps kissing me, but it rings again. His phone begins to buzz on the side table.
“Fuck off!” he snaps, annoyed at the interruption.
The doorbell rings once more, and another text comes in.
“Check who it is?” I whisper.
He sits up and reads his phone. It’s a message from Bart.
I’m at your front door.
He rolls his eyes and sits up. “Bart’s here.”
“Oh god.” My body is screaming out for more. “It’s okay, you go.”
He exhales heavily and stands. He leans down, and with his hands on the mattress above my head, he kisses me. “Don’t move a muscle.”
“You think I’m just going to lie here with my legs spread, waiting for your return?”
“You’d better.” He stands and rearranges his dick in his track pants. He pulls an oversized sweater on and checks himself in the mirror. “Don’t want to be scaring Bart with my hungry dick,” he mutters.
I lie still, all hot and flustered. “I’m pretty sure Bart’s seen hungry dicks before.”
“True.”
Ahh, so he knows Bart is gay. Another piece of the puzzle I didn’t know. I wonder if he knows about Jeremy.
He disappears downstairs, and I lie in bed. I hear him open the door, followed by Bart’s distinctive voice.
I sit up so I can listen. Their voices are muffled. I quickly get dressed and head to the door and out into the hallway.
“Well, what was she doing here?” I hear Bart ask.
“Looking for something,” Sebastian replies.
“Like what? Where was she?”
“My office. I’ll show you the drawer she was in.” I hear them walk down the hallway and into Sebastian’s office.
I wonder how long Bart has been dealing with Helena’s bullshit. He’s been with Sebastian for a while, but I don’t think she’s done anything like this for years. Although I could be wrong. I slink down to sit on the top step as I wait for them to finish.
What was that bitch doing here?
I get a memory of her hiding something behind her back. Damn it, why didn’t I grab it from her? What was it?
Their voices become loud again as they walk toward the front door.
“You tell me now,” Bart says. “If there are any skeletons you are hiding, anything that you could think of that she could dig up, I need to know.”
“No. Nothing new,” Sebastian replies.
“It’s okay if there is, but I need to know now so that I can act before the story hits.”
Shit.
I can’t sit here and pretend like there’s not something he should know. It’s only a matter of time before Helena works out who I am. Bart is my boss. He deserves the truth.
I stand and walk down the stairs. Sebastian glances up and sees me, his face falls.
Bart looks up, startled, and he frowns. “April?” I give him an awkward smile, and his eyes flicker to Sebastian in question. His eyes come back to me. “What happened to you?”
“I had an altercation with a kitchen countertop,” I say. “There is something you should know, Bart.”
Bart raises his eyebrow, already knowing what it is and seemingly unimpressed. “Go on…”
“I was here when Helena broke in. She didn’t know who I was, and I pretended to be the cleaner.”
He exhales heavily.
“I chased her, tripped and hit the kitchen counter. I ended up in hospital. The police are coming over this afternoon for questioning.”
He puts his hands in his suit pockets, and his eyes drift to Sebastian for clarification.
I glance over to see Sebastian is glaring at me with a thermonuclear anger.
Huh?
“Do you have something to tell me?” Bart asks, looking between us.
Sebastian twists his lips, and his unimpressed eyes hold mine.
“Yes,” I reply. “I’ve been seeing Sebastian on a personal level for a while. We met years ago and have recently reconnected.” I shrug nervously. “We are… together.”
“You didn’t think to tell me this before you started?” he snaps.
“With due respect, I didn’t realize we would be working with Sebastian.” My eyes flicker between the two of them. “I’m resigning from your team, effective immediately. I’m going back to my normal duties.”
Sebastian’s jaw clenches as he glares at me. “You don’t need to resign.”
“Yes, she does,” Bart interrupts. “You think I need this publicity nightmare? The Deputy Prime Minister is sleeping with his legal counsel. For fuck’s sake, what are you two thinking?” He sighs. “I should have been told.”
“I’m telling you now,” I hit back. “And for the record, we are dating, so you need to get over it and handle Helena.”
“I’m really disappointed, April. I didn’t think you were the type to sleep with a client. This will not look good on your resume.”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Sebastian barks. “She isn’t sleeping with a client. You heard her. We’re together. And she’s right! You just fucking worry about Helena.”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. Hope runs through me.
“What am I supposed to say when the story breaks about you two?” he retorts.
“There is no story,” I reply sharply. “I don’t work for him now. I’m just a regular lawyer that he’s dating. There is no headline story here anymore, Bart. What you need to work out is what the hell Helena took from this house.”
“Are you really going to give up the opportunity of a lifetime?” Bart asks me.
“I would give up any job on Earth to be with him.” My eyes find Sebastian’s, and his brow furrows.
It’s true, I would.
I have.
“Fine.” Bart rolls his eyes and makes for the door. “I’ll be in touch.” The door slams on his way out.
“Are you serious?” Sebastian growls.
Huh? He's angry?
My face falls.
“How dare you?” He turns and marches into the kitchen. I run after him like a puppy.
“W-what do you mean?” I stammer.
“You didn’t think to discuss this with me before you blurt it out to the fucking world?”
I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out.
“Is this your master plan?” he yells. “Railroad me into a relationship?”