Page 112 of Kneeling for Them

He just shrugs.

I know the man needs to work and he’s under a lot of pressure right now, but this isn’t cool.

Ella

I’m not sure what time it is when I open my eyes, but Sebastian is still asleep.I carefully get out of bed, not wanting to wake him.

I have the morning off, so I can take my time here.Maybe I’ll make us breakfast, but first I need to wash away yesterday’s grime.The washcloths the guys used on me only do so much.Sebastian won’t mind if I use his shower, so I start the water and grab a towel.I wish I had some clean clothes, but the next best option is one of Sebastian’s shirts.I leave the bathroom and find the t-shirt he was wearing last night and take it to the bathroom with me.

As soon as my shower is over, I dry off and put on his shirt.It smells like him, minty and manly, and I hold the neck up to my nose for more.I want his scent turned into air freshener so I can smell it all the time.

“Good morning,” he says as I come out of the bathroom.

“Hey.”

He’s sitting up in the bed, his phone in his hand.Those tattoos of his capture my attention, as they always do.I hurry over to climb into bed next to him and kiss his shoulder.He nuzzles my cheek until I turn my face to his for a kiss.

But his phone buzzes with a message, breaking the spell.

“I’m going to make us something to eat, if that’s okay?”I say, clambering from the bed.

“That would be great, but you don’t have to,” he says.

“I know.Come join me when you feel like it.”

“I’ll be right there.”He lifts his phone to look at the message, and his face pales.

“Shit,” he says, dropping his phone.“Shit.”

“What?What is it?”

“Get dressed.”

“Okay, but tell me what’s going on,” I ask over my shoulder as I hustle to the living room where we left my clothes last night.There’s the spot where Kingston and Sebastian fucked me.My inner walls clench at the visceral memory of their cocks filling my mouth and pussy.

“We have to go downtown,” Sebastian says.Drawers slam in his bedroom as he finds something to wear, too.

There’s no time to relive last night’s fun.Sebastian sounds shaken, and I’m starting to freak out.My hands tremble as I pull on yesterday’s jeans.I can’t find my bra, so I go without.My shirt and coat will cover me enough.“What is going on?Tell me!”

“He’s in danger.Fuck, Ella, we have to gonow.”

“What?What happened?Who’s in danger?”

“Kingston,” he says, his face white.“There’s a bomb threat at the Tyler Analytics building.”