Loyal Lawyer by Lauren Runow
Chapter Fifteen
It’s been a long night. Shawn and I package up the remaining chocolate and pack everything into my car. I drop him off at his place, adamant that I can unload on my own. I need something to do to keep myself from overthinking about my night.
I bring the supplies inside myself and then take Lady Featherington for a long walk. When I return, I put everything away.
Now, it’s just me and Lady Featherington lying on my bed and watching Bridgerton on Netflix. I might or might not have a tray of truffles next to me that I’m devouring at an unhealthy pace.
A ring at the alleyway door surprises me and has me checking my watch to see the time. When I look at my phone, I see Sebastian standing in my alley with his hands in his pockets as he rocks on his heels.
I rise from the futon and walk to the door, not caring that I’m wearing yoga pants and an oversize sweatshirt. My face is clean of makeup, and my hair is in a long braid. It’s unsexy and plain, most definitely not a look I’d go for when seeing a man.
If he decides to show up, unannounced, then my dowdy appearance is what it is.
I open the door to see he’s still wearing his suit from earlier, tie and all. His hair has been raked through, and his cheeks are flush.
If he thinks I look a mess, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he’s staring at me like I’m a mirage in the desert.
“What are you doing here?” I cross my arms, not because I’m upset to see him, but because I just realized I’m not wearing a bra and the cold air might have an unwelcome effect in this exact moment.
“I came to say all the things I should have said earlier, but I didn’t want to make a scene.”
I let out an exasperated breath. “You don’t have to apologize.”
“I’m not here for forgiveness. I’m here to explain.” His tone is louder, more fervent than I’ve heard from him before. He runs his hand through his hair and behind his neck, letting out a long, deep breath. “Can I come in?”
With my eyes closed, I briefly consider not allowing him in, but my manners get the best of me when I open them and see the clear distress in his face.
I nod for him to come inside as I step back. He walks through the threshold, and I close the door behind him.
The room is dark. There’s no music or sweet smell of confections, like the last time he was here.
It’s just me and Sebastian.
It’s silent, except for the sound of my heart.
His back is to me with his head straight ahead, staring at my painting. Its vibrant colors are subdued by the vintage-book page canvas it was created on. It’s of a woman’s face. Her bright green eyes bleed tears of the same color. Her lips are parted with words to say. She’s a dreamer, a woman yearning as she looks forward for her desires.
I feel very much like her right now as I watch Sebastian’s back rise and fall. His hands clench to the sides and release when he spins to me.
“You were right,” he starts. “I wanted to kiss you tonight, but I hesitated.”
His confession leaves me leaning to the side as I grip the counter. I let the cool metal surface ground me in reality, for fear his words will levitate and destroy me.
“I hesitated because I don’t know if you want me as much as I want you. I’m crazy about you, Amy. Beyond crazy. I’m falling for you hard, and I can’t seem to get up.”
My entire chest ignites as my hopes lift. Tingles rise up and down my arms, and I have to catch my breath to keep up with the feelings inside my body.
“You can’t say that. You’re having a baby with another woman.”
“I already love that child more than anything in this world, and he’s not even here yet.” He takes a step forward, his hands out in offering. “But I’m not in love with her. Our time ran out already, and this is a blessing that came out of a relationship that had run its course.” He takes another step closer, his body just a whisper away. His voice just as low. “I know I come with baggage. This is more than any man should ask of a woman, but, Amy”—he grips my hands and holds them close to his heart—“if you’ll give us a try, I swear I’ll be the best man you’ll ever know. I want to worship you, provide for you, protect you.”
“I won’t be responsible for breaking up a family if there’s a chance you’ll be together.” My heart clenches at having to turn him away again.
“There’s not a chance. She and I have had this conversation, and neither of us wants to be together. We want to co-parent. That’s it. She knows I want you, and she wants us to work as much as I do. Did you hear me? I’m falling in love with you. So hard and so fast. I can’t eat or sleep without you on my mind. A fool of a man would let you walk away without fighting like hell to give love another shot. I should have said this a long time ago instead of letting you walk out my door. I had numerous chances, but I hoped you’d come back to me on your own. You haven’t, so this is me, fighting like hell for you.”
A rogue tear falls from my eye. I didn’t even know I wanted to cry, but his words are everything I’ve ever wanted to hear. He’s vowing to worship, provide, and protect. They’re such wonderful promises that have me shaking from his emotion.
Giving this man a chance means I could have my heart shattered. But I’m walking around with a bruised and battered one without him. It’s crippling me.
“I don’t need any of those things you mentioned,” I say, and his face falls with worry. With my palm on his cheek, I bring his focus back to me. “I just want you. I’ve been a wreck these long weeks without you.”
A huge smile ignites his face, and he holds my cheeks, making my arms fall to my sides in surprise. “Then, what the fuck are we doing?”
I laugh at his reaction and shrug.
He moves a hand to my back and pulls me into him, caressing my hair and gripping me by the back of my head.
“Be with me, Amy,” he breathes, inches from my lips. “Let me be yours.”
It’s the last thing he says before his lips crash down on mine, enveloping me in and sinfully taking what is his to take.
I grab him by the arms and kiss him back, parting my lips and rolling my tongue against his. His jacket is on the floor, and I’m fiddling with the buttons of his shirt in seconds. The sleeve gets caught on his wrist, so he has to break the kiss, cursing and ripping the thing off his body, making a button pop off the seam.
I take a moment to admire the man in front of me. Buff chest with a smattering of hair and a taut stomach with a tempting trail of hair leading down to his belt buckle.
With his lips back on mine, he grabs my ass and lifts me onto the counter. These are high counters, so our groins don’t line up the way I’d like, but at this height, he has a great angle to my neck and jaw, where he nips and sucks his way down.
I rip off my sweatshirt and toss it onto the floor, watching Sebastian’s eyes light up at the sight of my breasts, perky and ready for him.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, looking at my chest and then up to my eyes, holding the connection. “So beautiful.”
His openmouthed kisses leave a trail of divine chills on my jaw, clavicle, and shoulder as they move lower. With one pert nipple in his mouth, he sucks lightly while working the other with this thumb and forefinger. I gasp in gratification and bathe in the quivering sensations that run straight to my core.
I run my hands up the side of his torso. He’s ripped and muscular. The dip in his shoulder blades alone are enough to send me into a whirlwind as I move my hands over his skin. We’re naked on top, and I’ve never found pants to be such a nuisance.
I lift my hips for him to remove them, but he doesn’t immediately, so I make a motion that’s not so subtle, causing him to laugh into my neck.
“Oh, Amy, my Amy, my sweet girl. I want you so bad.”
“Then, have me, Sebastian. You said you’d be with me. Then, do it.” With a finger under his chin, I bring his face up to me. “Be. With. Me.”
I take his mouth in mine, loving every swipe of his tongue and caress of his mouth. I undo his belt buckle and zipper while he lifts my hips. My pants come off first, and I flinch at the cold steel counter against the heat of my body.
While it might be chilly, I don’t fight it as Sebastian lays a hand on my breastbone and slowly lowers my entire body down onto the slab, leaving me fully exposed before him—a meal on a table, ready to be devoured.
Where I don’t like the height of these counters for kissing with friction, I do like how Sebastian has easy access to lower his face down to my core. He runs his tongue up the folds, making me buck slightly off the table.
“The most decadent things have been served in this kitchen,” he says before running his tongue, flat and firm, against my most sensitive parts.
I moan and am rewarded with a kiss to my thigh.
“You are the most delicious thing”—he stops and does that tongue motion again, leaving me panting—“I have ever tasted”—he pauses a third time, and I grip the sides of the table—“in my life.” He takes another long, sensuous swipe, and this time, he doesn’t stop.
My hands are in his hair, pulling and rubbing as he feasts on my pussy. His strong tongue flicks my clit over and over and then runs long and hard all over my center. He laces his hand under my rear and lifts my hips, making me a virtual meal. I raise my head and watch him feast, reeling with ecstasy as my orgasm builds.
My ears burn, and my nipples are heavy and sensitive. Every nerve ending of my body is on fire.
I gyrate my hips along his face and get the added friction that nearly sends me over the edge. My body begins to spasm as waves of pleasure ripple up my core. I’m about to come when he moves his face and kisses up and down the inside of my thigh, calming my body before going back in for more.
I’m nearing complete orgasm when he abruptly stops, and I make an audible pout.
Sebastian hovers over me and kisses me slow.
As my hands grip his shoulders, he places his under me, lifting me off the steel and carrying me to the office. Lady Featherington comes rushing toward us as we walk in.
Instead of placing me on the bed, he seats me on my desk. I’m naked, wanting, and needy as he walks to the futon and raises the bottom, pulling in one motion so it morphs from a couch to a bed.
He turns to me, a roguish smile on his face. “May I undress for you?”
I bite my lip and nod.
He slides his hand into his pocket and takes out his wallet, laying it on the desk. His large hands easily undo his belt, and his fingers flick the button of his pants. The zipper makes a humming sound as the teeth glide down, showcasing black boxer briefs.
There’s an obvious bulge in his pants that becomes more evident as he steps out of his shoes and then pants. While he removes his socks, I glance down at his muscular thighs. Golden skin with the cuts and curves of an Adonis. While I could look at this man all night long, it’s his thoughts that drive me wild. And from the way he’s looking at me with intense eyes, he lets me know his thoughts are very naughty.
There’s a chill in the air, yet my skin is quickly warmed when he lowers his briefs and stands before me, gloriously naked. His thick manhood is standing at attention, wide and proud. I quiver at the sight of it and find myself staring hard.
Sebastian places his hands on his hips and laughs. “Do you like what you see?”
I nod, my eyes still on his impressive length. “Very.”
He takes a step forward, and his hand glides along my cheek, pulling my gaze up to his. “That’s good. Because I am mesmerized by the woman before me.”
His mouth is back on mine, and while I have so many places to touch on Sebastian, I choose his chest, laying my palm along his heart and feeling the beat against me. Our kisses keep in tune to the rhythm. It’s rapid and fiery. Tempting and tantalizing.
Our hands become explorers, roaming over every peak.
His fingers caress my breasts, and I arch into his touch.
My palms graze his taut stomach, and he hisses.
His thumb sweeps over my core, and I gasp into his mouth.
My knuckles rub over the sensitive head of his erection, and he lets out a guttural groan.
“Fuck, baby. Your touch is magic,” he drawls.
I grip the steel of his cock and pump, running my thumb over the swollen head and back down, letting him know just how magical my touch can be. He lifts his wallet and slides out a condom, handing it to me. Instead of taking it, I move closer and grip it with my teeth, tearing the edge of the plastic as he holds the bottom. The package opens, and I dip my fingers inside to take out the condom, slowly unraveling it onto his granite-like erection.
His eyes are hooded, sexy and salivating with lust. I like this expression on him because I’m the one causing it.
His hands slide under my hips and lift me to the bed. He is a man who will put my needs before his own, and while I love his touches, kisses, caresses, I happen to be a woman with no willpower when it comes to this guy. As soon as he takes a seat on the bed, I crawl on top of his thighs and straddle him, lifting my hips so the tip of his erection is dangerously close to my opening.
The head of his cock glides along the outside of my folds, and I want nothing more than to slide down and bury him deep inside me.
Before I can take what I want, Sebastian rubs my clit with one hand and holds on to my ass with the other. With my hands on his shoulders, I lean back and reel in the pleasure as his mouth finds my breast again. He’s all-consuming. A consummate lover who brings me to the brink of ecstasy. My gasps and moans can’t be controlled.
“Sebastian,” I chant out his name for lack of anything else coherent to say.
I desperately want to lower my hips, but his strength halts me from doing so.
With my every frustrated pout, he smiles as he gives faster swirls of his thumb and then sucks on my nipple. I’m gyrating, riding his hand and gripping his hair, pulling and tugging as the intensity of the orgasm he’s been teasing me with builds again.
Higher and higher, I climb. My skin is a sheen of sweat. He’s holding me close, his muscles tightening. My core clenching, my body quaking, and my gasps loud and quick as I come close to exploding.
Sebastian must sense it because just as I arch back and scream out in ecstasy, he lowers me onto him, his cock buried deep inside me as I pulse and come all over his shaft. He pumps inside me as I roll out my orgasm, stretching it out longer and further than any I’ve ever known.
I’m so wet, drenched to the core for this man, and shaking from the inside out.
His hips are moving with a force I’ve never felt, and I meet his motions, feeling every bit of pleasure. He hits the spot deep inside me with the utmost precision that I cry out, unaware I could feel this powerful. His forehead rests against mine as we breathe each other in, gripping tightly and fucking. His eyes are midnight, and a deep line forms in his brow as he fights his own release.
With a swift motion, he flips me onto my back, the contact of our bodies never broken. He lifts my leg over his shoulder and goes in deeper, never stopping the barrage of pleasurable assault. His forehead is coated with sweat. His eyes are pierced dark with ecstasy, and his mouth is pursed, panting.
I lean up onto my elbows and look into his deep stare. “Come for me, Sebastian,” I will him, my voice breathless.
He furrows his brow. “Are you sure?”
“I’m ready for you. I want to feel you lose control.”
That’s all the permission he needs. Like a man of the wild, a lion let loose, he unleashes his inner beast and chases his own pleasure. It’s primal, and it feels incredible. It’s also glorious to look at.
His skin is glazed, his eyes hooded, and those lips are pursed. I can feel his cock growing inside me, filling every inch of me, claiming me. Owning me.
He comes with a growl, and it’s magnificent. He’s beaming with pleasure as he calls out my name on his lips, over and over again, praising the woman who gave him this bout of nirvana.
My body shakes as a final wave of gratification swims through my veins.
As Sebastian lowers his body to me, it’s not in spent energy. He rolls us to our sides, our legs entwined, our hands connected, and he kisses me, romantic and purposeful.
We kiss for hours.
We kiss for days.
We kiss like two people who have just realized they can kiss forever.
And we do. For now.
For now, it’s just the two of us in our bubble with no obstacles of the future.
“After tonight, we’re going to have to move our sleepovers to my place. Your bed is entirely too small.”
I lean back and tilt my head to the side. “You’re staying the night?”
He grins. “I’m not the kind of man who leaves in the middle of the night. Although I will be out very early to change before work and walk Duke. That is, if you’ll have me?”
I run my teeth along my bottom lip and praise the stars for sending me this man. “I want you here. Always.”
“Always sounds like an open invitation.”
My heart flutters. “Then, I want you with me indefinitely.”
He lifts my leg up over his hip and brings us closer. “Then, with you is where I’ll be.”
I curl into his arm and lie with him, basking in the afterglow. It’s a bright and luminous moment. I’ve had feelings like this before. Ones that burn so hot that they scorch everything around it. I try to push those thoughts aside and hope this feeling is different. Maybe this time, the flames won’t destroy me.
Maybe.