Chapter 24

Charles’ heart was making a fair bid to exit his body via his throat.

Sebastian squeezed him tighter and rubbed his stubbled chin against the skin of Charles’ naked shoulder before pushing his nose into his neck, inhaling loudly.

“You smell divine,” Sebastian rumbled. “I think we’ve been found out, haven’t we.”

“You don’t sound overly concerned.” Charles voice came out high pitched. He was still in shock. He had no idea what to do, how he could face Coulson and Blackstone again. How to deal with the man who was now thrusting his rigid cock against his naked buttocks.

“I’m not. Did you sleep well?”

Sleep well? He’d slept like the dead. Which was in itself wonderful, but hard on the heels of that thought was the notion that he really didn’t deserve to. He just huffed.

Sebastian shifted and somehow managed to roll on top of him and peer down into his face. “Are you fretting, Charlie?”

“No, I am not. And stop calling me Charlie.”