Page 8 of How To Resist Mr. Wrong (Mr. Wrong Chronicles #1)

So, she was refusing his help, she decided. Until Ronaldo turned to Sebastian and said, “Maybe she could give it to you later? Right now, she’s going to give me a tour of the house.”

Did he just decide what she was going to do and convey that to someone on her behalf?

Yup, that made the choice for her. “No, we need to deal with the book situation right now. I’ll see you, Ronaldo,” she said and walked away, knowing Seb would follow her but hoping against all odds he’d be diverted.

She climbed the stairs quickly to avoid meeting any more well-meaning people.

She was all peopled out for the day. Once up, her steps quickened into an all-out run, Seb following closely behind.

When they reached her room, she looked back to make sure Ronaldo hadn’t invited himself up.

She ushered Seb in quickly before anyone saw them and closed the door behind her.

When she turned, Seb was looking at her, barely holding in his laughter. He let go as soon as their eyes met. Emily joined him after a second because this was absurd. Did they really make the most half-ass excuse to escape a guy, then make a run for it like they were being chased?

“You still attract the finest gentlemen,” Seb said between laughs.

“Technically, I didn’t attract this one,” she retorted.

“No, just his mother,” he said and laughed at his joke.

“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, his hips.

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 slide two 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.

“Em?” He looked at her.

“Seb?”

“Do you have condoms here?” he asked.

Emily took a second to process his words. “Oh, shit. Yes, condoms. They’re important,” Emily muttered.

Seb laughed. “Yes, they are,” he agreed.

“Wait, yes. I do,” she remembered. She pushed Seb up and stretched her body to open her bedside drawer. If she was correct, she kept a toiletry bag here for impromptu visits. It might have—

“Yes!” She thrust the box in the air in celebration, then took a couple of packets out.

“Wow! Little Miss Perfect wasn’t so perfect, huh?” Seb teased, looking at her with heat in his eyes.

“It’s not from when I lived here, idiot!

” Emily said, sitting up. She looked at Seb again, his hair disheveled, his broad chest, his intense eyes looking deeply at her, and his dimple on the right cheek.

She leaned forward and kissed his smile away.

She explored his body with her hands, moving them down his chest, biceps, and abdomen until she reached his pants that were still on his body for some unknown reason.

She unbuttoned them and tried to pull them down, but failed. She could feel the hardness under the clothes, and she really needed to touch him.

Seb laughed in her mouth. “Wait, woman! You’re going to hurt little Sebastian,” he said.

Emily pulled back immediately. “Little Sebastian? I really, really hope that’s not a Parks and Recreation reference!” she said, scandalized.

Seb laughed again and got out of bed.

“You’re leaving?” Emily said, sounding devastated.

“No,” he said. “Undress.”

She got up and removed her dress. Then her bra, too. She moved to the other side of the bed and palmed Seb through his underwear.

“No, let’s leave that for next time. I need to be inside you. Now,” he said urgently, and Emily was completely on board. She lay down, and Seb put on the condom.

He climbed over her, spreading her legs to make room. “Ready?” he asked, angling himself right where Emily needed him.

“Yes!” Emily said.

Seb didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed inside her in one go. She felt a slight pain that was immediately overtaken by the pleasure of being so full.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Seb groaned.

The way he said it, it sounded like he was living his dream. Emily’s head, which had tuned out, came back online again. What was she doing? This wasn’t the Seb she knew, this was Sebastian Raux. The man who took over her favorite place. Who trampled her life. Who broke her heart.

Seb frowned and stopped moving, worried.

The concern in his eyes confused her. Realistically, she knew Seb wasn’t really a bad person.

He never was. But his face in that moment awakened the parts of her she’d long buried.

She felt an overwhelming sense of love for the man looking at her with so much care, so much warmth, she didn’t know what to do with it all.

Emily wasn’t sure what she was doing, but she knew she’d hate herself if they stopped now, so she kissed him.

Seb started moving again. He maintained a steady rhythm, giving in to his body’s need. His hands didn’t let up, exploring her curves, palming her breasts, and rubbing her clit. She gasped out his name when she felt the waves crashing through her body this time.

Seb groaned and increased his pace. He grunted with every thrust, his mouth firmly on Emily’s neck. His hips flexed as he came. He sealed their lips again, kissing her violently like he wanted to swallow her whole.

They lazily explored their mouths until their breath returned to normal. Seb then got up and walked to her bathroom, probably to get rid of the condom.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been in this room,” he said when he came out a few seconds later. “God, it feels like nothing has changed,” he continued, his tone growing a bit hesitant.

Emily didn’t take her eyes off the ceiling. Maybe Seb was right, nothing had changed. She clearly still wanted him. Just as bad as she did four years ago.

But now that the fun was over, she could see he was wrong. So wrong. This was not her home anymore. They weren’t kids anymore. And they definitely weren’t naive enough to let their hearts make decisions for them anymore.

No, a lot had changed. Seb chose to leave. He made sure nothing would ever be the same again.

Emily climbed out of bed and collected her clothes, ignoring Seb, who was standing in the corner in his underwear. On the way to the washroom, she took a long breath, turned towards Seb and said, “You should leave now, so we don’t look suspicious.”

She had screwed up. It was her fault. There was no reason Seb should be subjected to her parents’ interrogation.

Seb didn’t question her. Maybe her face said it all.

She closed the door behind her and crumbled to the floor.