“Martha does give me the longest hugs!” Emily joked.
She looked at Seb, really looked at him, probably for the first time in years.
Once he calmed down, there was an awkward pause that Emily didn’t know how to fill. She looked behind Seb’s shoulder and noticed some pictures on her desk looked a bit out of place,so she went on a mission to fix them all. She heard Seb moving around the room, taking in everything.
Emily arranged the pictures so they were artistically in a zigzag rather than a random blob of memories. She heard Sebastian stop behind her. She moved a picture of all three of them behind the one with her family.
“Well, Ronaldo at least had one thing in common with all those who came before him,” Seb whispered after a second.
Emily turned. “Yeah? What’s that?”
Seb took a step forward, “Like all of them, he was jealous of me,” he breathed out.
Emily’s mouth hung open. “Wow! That’s just… that’s so—”
“True? Yeah. All your exes very specifically asked me to back off. And this one couldn’t stop competing with me,” he interrupted.
“Maybe you should back off then,” she said, her gaze travelling to his mouth that was forming those vile words.
Seb smiled, and Emily watched his lips stretch and a dimple pop on his right cheek. “Is that what you want me to do?”
“Huh?” Emily said. When she met his eyes again, they appeared closer somehow.
“I’m taking that as a no,” Seb said before closing the space between them.
This time, Emily’s body didn't hesitate for even a second. As soon as Seb brought his lips down on hers, her mouth opened, sucking in his lower lip like she was starved. Like her body was craving this without her permission or knowledge. She needed his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her body, his warmth all around her.
This time, Emily wasn’t experiencing this from the outside. She was here, completely, pulling Seb’s hair, making him groan, moving her hand around his chest, his biceps, hiships. She wanted to stop. The rational part of her brain was working overtime to remind her she hated this man. And that she’ll definitely regret her actions tomorrow.
But that voice seemed to diminish by the utter familiarity of Seb’s touches and the safety of his embrace.
Seb lifted her so he had better access. She felt the ridges of the desk bite into her skin, but she didn’t care. She wanted Seb close, so she wrapped her legs around him.
Seb moved his mouth down to her neck, kissing his way to her throat to the centre of her heart, where her dress began. He then made his way back slowly, so slowly, back to her ear. Emily couldn’t help but let a loud moan slip when he bit into her ear gently. The clothes between them felt like miles separating them, so she urgently started unbuttoning his shirt.
But Seb suddenly stepped back, making Emily lose balance and fall backwards. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck to avoid injuries. “Dude!” she exclaimed.
Seb laughed, mouthing her neck. “Sorry,” he said. “And don’t call me dude,” he groaned. She felt it in her body.
He slowly walked towards Emily’s bed, her legs firmly wrapped around him, and their mouths thoroughly exploring each other. Once he reached his destination, he stopped abruptly. Emily pulled away and turned to see what the holdup was. She chuckled at the sight of her bed, which had a custom NSYNC bed sheet and was just large enough for one person to lie down.
She was struck by yet another reminder of how different things were from the days when they had sleepovers here in this very room. She should stop and ask Seb to leave immediately. When she looked at him again, he tilted his head, questioning her. Emily didn’t know why, but that made her lean in and seal their mouths again. All the sane, rational thoughts left her head.
He gently laid her down on the bed after a few seconds and stood at one side. He removed his jacket, tie, and shirt in quick succession, then climbed over her. “Hi,” he said when they were face-to-face again.
“Hi,” Emily whispered and kissed him. She couldn’t wait anymore. It was like she could physically feel the entire duration of the ten years they’d known each other without doing this. Her kiss was fast and hard, conveying her need as effectively as she could. Emily was nothing but efficient.
Sebastian finally got the message and dragged his mouth back to her neck and traced it down her body, making her squirm. He mouthed her nipple over her dress while caressing the other with his hand. Emily’s moan was all the encouragement he needed. He kissed his way to the other breast and gently bit down on her nipple. Emily's head lifted from the pillow, and she almost screamed.
After torturing her with his mouth and hands for a few minutes, he swiftly moved down, kissing her abdomen, so close to where Emily wanted him. And of course, Seb knew because the next second, he was kissing his way up her thighs, slowly inching up her dress. When he reached her underwear, he looked at her for permission.
Emily placed her thumbs under the offending article of clothing and slid it down. Seb got the message and removed it all the way. He didn’t waste any more time and got to work with his mouth. He sucked where she desperately wanted him to, then ran his tongue over her.
Almost every thought had left Emily’s head, but she couldn't help thinking they really were a good team.
Seb alternated between sucking and licking, along with occasionally tugging her nipples, until Emily was a moaning mess. She worried she was scandalizing the guests downstairs, but she didn’t care. Seb used his other hand to slowly slidetwo fingers into her, and she came with a scream, lightning electrifying her body.
She was still riding the waves of bliss, her body trembling and breath heavy, when Seb slid over her again. He kissed her with urgency, and she tried to reciprocate while waiting for her heart to stop beating out of her chest.
