Feeling the solid, burning heat of Sebastian's chest pressed flush against her back, Riley's ears flushed a delicate pink. "I have to take care of Alora."
Sebastian lowered his head slightly, resting his chin on her collarbone. "Take care of me, too."
His deep voice carried a rough, almost petulant edge.
Riley froze briefly, totally unprepared for the usually commanding and sophisticated Sebastian St. John to say something so achingly childish. A second later, a soft laugh tumbled from her lips. "You're a grown man. Do you really need taking care of?"
"Yes."
Riley was speechless.
He really just said yes?
After a beat, his deep voice vibrated against her skin again. "I only want you to take care of me."
A breathless, sugary warmth bloomed in Riley's chest. She lifted her hand and gently covered his arm, which was still wrapped tightly around her waist. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, so she quickly pivoted the conversation. "Why didn't I see Genevieve tonight?"
"She left."
"Left?" Riley blinked, surprised by the abruptness of it.
"Yeah. She said she had to go pick someone up."
"Will she be back?"
"Eventually." Sebastian pressed a soft kiss to the shell of her ear. "You still haven't answered my question."
A searing jolt of electricity shot down Riley's spine, and she inherently ducked her chin. "What question?"
"I want to sleep with you."
And they were back to this.
"No. We're at your grandmother's manor, and I don't feel right about it."
"Willow Grove is my private residence."
"Still no." It felt wildly inappropriate; under the watchful eyes of family elders, when their official status was still technically unannounced, sleeping together felt horribly scandalous.
"Truly no?"
"No!"



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