The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 641

Riley was speechless.

Was it physically impossible for this man to think about anything else?

"Are you going to give it to me or not?"

Riley stared at him, her face blazing, and attempted to slide off his lap.

Thinking she was trying to escape, Sebastian pinned her by the waist. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Didn't you ask for a reward?" Riley lowered her eyelashes, too flustered to meet his gaze. "Let's go to the bedroom."

A wicked smirk curled Sebastian's lips. Effortlessly, he stood up from the sofa with her still in his arms. "I'll carry you."

Overcome with bashfulness, Riley buried her blazing face into his chest.

He carried her with long, purposeful strides into the bedroom, gently laying her against the mattress before hovering over her.

Riley wrapped her arms around his neck, her breathing already hitching. "You have to be quick. Mrs. Gable and Mr. Finch will be back soon."

Dark, molten desire flooded Sebastian's eyes. His voice was a low, intoxicating rumble, dripping with predatory amusement. "If I'm quick, do you really think you can handle it?"

Riley playfully swatted his shoulder, her cheeks burning like fire. "That's not what I meant. You..."

The rest of her sentence was swallowed whole as his mouth crashed down on hers.

Their breaths tangled, lips and tongues moving in desperate, heated friction.

Their fingers interlocked tightly, the temperature in the room skyrocketing.

An indeterminate amount of time later, the faint click of the front door echoed from the hallway, followed immediately by the soft, babbling sounds of Alora.

Sebastian slowly pulled back just a fraction, resting his forehead against hers. The raw lust hadn't yet cleared from his eyes, but a faint, amused smile touched his lips. His voice was husky and impossibly magnetic. "They're back."

Riley's face felt like it was melting. Her heart was hammering violently against her ribs. "Get off, quickly," she urged in a panicked whisper.

Sebastian pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I'm heading out." He rolled off the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress as he began pulling his clothes back on.

Watching him slip into his charcoal-gray dress shirt, his long, elegant fingers methodically fastening each button, a sudden pang of reluctance hit Riley. "Are you leaving right now?"

"Yeah. I have a mountain of corporate fires to put out."

They were just completely intertwined, and now he was walking out the door.