I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back, losing his fingers in my hair. When he broke the kiss, he looked down at me in confusion.
“I don’t think that will ever go away, but you’re changing me, Roz.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to me.
“I don’t know. It’s unnerving,” he said against my lips.
“Would it help if I told you you’re changing me, too?” My lips moved along his jaw and he groaned deep in his throat, settling his weight on me.
“Let’s spend the rest of the day in bed.” His breath was hot against my nipple, making it harden instantly.
I sighed and arched my back, allowing his teeth to close around the nipple and then suck it into his mouth. I gasped, pushing myself closer to his heat. His hands circled my ribs holding me tight.
“I’m okay with that. Who says Sunday’s can’t be sinful?”
He chuckled against my fevered skin and I grabbed his head, lifting it.
“What’s so funny, Mr. Black?”
He freed himself and went to work on my other nipple. I was losing all sense of reality, until he spoke again.
“Today’s Monday, not Sunday, sweets.”
Monday! I panicked and pushed at Sebastian. It took him a minute to realize what I was doing and he sat back confused. I jumped out of the bed with a sheet around my chest.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled. Lunging for the sheet, he yanked it until I was no longer covered.
“Sebastian!” I squealed and dodged his hands as he tried to pull me back in bed. “I can’t believe today’s Monday. Monday!”
“What is so important about Monday?”
He sat on the end of the bed, as naked as he could be, and looked intently at me. I slipped into my lace panties and met his stare through wild, sex-mussed hair.
“I was supposed to turn in my college forms today. I can’t believe I forgot,” I scolded myself. “If I don’t turn them in by four, I won’t be able to get financial aid. I need to get back to the condo. Can you call Mr. Martin for me?”
I was in the process of pulling on my shirt when he laughed at me again.
“What exactly about my panic is funny to you, Sebastian?” I asked, frustrated because my head was stuck inside my shirt and would not come out.
“I have a computer here, baby. You can use it. Now, come here and let me help you,” he chuckled.
I managed to slow my movements and step over to the bed. He shifted my shirt around and my head popped out of the correct hole.
“You do?”
He smiled and smoothed down my ratted hair. “I do.”
I took a deep, calming breath. “Well, in that case, I could…” I looked at him from head to toe and settled on his manhood.
“What? What could you do to me right now?”
“Anything you want,” I purred, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.
An hour later, Sebastian let me into his office to use his computer. I was nearly swallowed by the big, black leather chair as I sat behind his desk. I ran my hands over the smooth wood.
“Well, I can see why you like sitting behind this desk all the time.”
He smirked, and looked up at me. “Why’s that?”
“I feel so powerful sitting here.”
“Easy, tiger. Don’t get too comfortable.”
I laughed and turned on his monitor and a little box for his password popped up.
“I need your password.”
“Here let me.” He moved around his desk, leaning over me.
“Don’t trust me with your secret evil plans?” I joked.
“Don’t take it personally, baby. I don’t trust anyone.”
“Ouch.” I knew he wasn’t playing and I wasn’t prepared for how much it would hurt to hear him admit that he didn’t trust me.
I turned away from the keyboard and waited until I heard him typing away. Only the sound never came.
Instead, I felt his fingers along the side of my neck and he pushed away my hair and his lips moved over my skin.
“Harris,” he whispered against my skin.
“What?” I asked, stunned. I didn’t understand why he was whispering my last name in my ear.
“My password is Harris.”
I calmed myself as I realized what he was talking about. “Harris.”
“Yep.”
“That’s odd.”
“What’s odd?”
“Your password’s my last name.”
I felt Sebastian freeze the second the words left my mouth. Holding my breath, I realized what I’d done. Turning to look at him, I saw his expression had turned into horror.
He stepped away from me slowly, as if I were a snake ready to strike him. Neither of us said anything. Neither of us moved.