The days went by with little to no improvement in George's condition but still, they visited every day. The good news was, however, that George had woken up somewhere the second day and was able to hold short conversations.

The first time Ava had gotten up to give them some privacy but Sébastien had quickly pulled her back into her seat. He hadn't let go of her hand the entire time.

And though he refused to talk about it, she could see it wore him down. She tried to open up a conversation but he'd quickly shut it down by sending her a blinding smile and making a comment that would make her face heat up.

She was currently seated on his lap in his office, breathing in his scent as he worked. It was had to be interested in his work when he was literally just typing emails about things she couldn't understand and staring at sheets with numbers.

There was a small space between the waistband of his jeans and the hem of his shirt where his skin was exposed. Somehow, it had ridden up when he'd reached out to pull her to him and without thinking she reached out to run her fingers over his skin. She noted the way his muscles would tense up anytime they made contact.

Or the way his breath would hitch when she got too close to his waistband.

There was a light fuzz of hair running from his navel downward, and she was about to run her fingers through that when he pulled her wrist away and shifted in his seat, repositioning her.

"You're getting in very dangerous territory, Ave," he whispered huskily in her ear, sending electricity down her spine. She hoped he didn't notice the way she clenched her legs together but knowing him, he noticed it all.

"Are you telling me I should be scared, then?" she whispered back at him.

"Never," he replied before bending down to kiss her lightly, kneading her lips at an agonizingly slow pace. His free arm let go of her wrist to close the laptop before wandering down to her hip.

His next move surprised her and she let out a yelp when he suddenly stood up, still holding her by the hips. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist for support and suddenly understood why he'd shifted their position earlier. Something hard was pressing against her crotch, sending fire through her body.

But it also excited her, even though it made her nervous. She needed more, and the slight friction from his walking wasn't enough. Without thinking, she flexed her thighs to grind against him a little harder, causing him to stop walking and release a deep groan.

"Stop that," he ground out. His strained voice made her instantly still, not wanting to push it further. She peeked up at him to see his dark eyes trained on her and for a moment they just stared at each other.

With another groan, he started walking again. "What are you doing to me, Ava?"

"Me?" she mumbled, digging her face in his chest. "What are you doing to me?"

And she meant it, always wanting to do things she could never otherwise imagine herself doing. It was different when she was with him. He made her feel things she'd never felt before. She never even questioned where he was taking her until he kicked his bedroom door closed behind them. Their bedroom, she had to remind herself.

He ever so carefully set her down on the bed before moving to hoover over her. His powerful arms held him up on either side of her head while his legs moved in between her own.

He looked at her again for a moment longer before murmuring, "you're so sexy, Ave," and capturing her lips in a heavy and passionate kiss. This kiss couldn't be any more different from the previous one, which had been slow and sensual. This was so much more.

It was hunger she tasted in the kiss, as well as a need. A need for her, she realized soon after.

She grabbed his face in her hands and tried to pour those same emotions into the kiss and hoped the message was clear enough, that she needed him too.

His tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth while one of his hands moved to caress her stomach before wandering higher towards her ribs. The butterfly light touches made her arch her back into him and gasp, but to her dismay, he didn't go any further. Instead, he removed his hand altogether while breaking off the kiss.

Ava couldn't do much more than look at him questioningly while lightly panting from the intensity of the kiss.

His dark eyes shone mischievously as a slow smile spread across his face. "Frustrating, isn't it?" he asked.

"What?" she asked confused, but he didn't answer. Instead, he laughed and moved to get up from the bed but Ava was faster. He had one arm remaining on the bed for support, and when she pushed it he landed on the bed next to her. Before he could do anything she'd already straddled him and bent down to look in those dazed eyes of his.

"You wanted to frustrate me?"

"Doesn't feel so good when it happens to you, does it?"

"When did I ever do this to you?" she frowned back at him, unhappy about the turn of events.

"You do it every day," he smiled before reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "You did it just now, in the office."

"I was just touching you," she whispered back with wide eyes, causing him to laugh. "You don't know half of the effect you have on me Ave. You can't just do that and then stop as if nothing happened."

She scanned his face, taking in every beautiful detail while she thought about what he said. How would she feel if he kept doing it to her? If he made her all hot and bothered but never went anywhere with it? She could see now what she'd been doing to the poor man, and silently berated herself for not noticing sooner.

"I'm sorry," she replied sheepishly but earnestly while looking back at those dark brown eyes. They were still slightly glossed over from before and she could imagine he found the same thing when he looked back at her.

She suddenly became hyper-aware of the position they were in, with her on top of him. She was in control of the situation, and he was letting her be. So now she had to think of her next move. Where did she want to take this? He wouldn't blame her if she got off and went to do something else but somehow she couldn't find the strength to make this moment end.

So instead she bent down to kiss him and take the lead. This time it was her who was demanding entrance to his mouth and it was her who determined the pace.

It felt foreign to her, to have the kind of control she had now. Her whole life she'd gone without an ounce of control over anything at all and now she didn't quite know what to do with it.

She decided not to think about it too much, to have her instincts lead her instead. Even when those instincts led her to do the very thing that ended her up here in the first place.

Her hand wandered down to the hem of his shirt and slipped under to caress his abdomen, feeling them tense up beneath her hands as they slid up and down. When her hand slipped even lower to a certain area he groaned again, spurring her on.

The sounds he made did nothing but make her even more excited as she loved the rumbling that came with it. It reverberated through her entire body, pooling down to her private area.

But he let her continue her journey down, even letting her wave her fingers through the fuzz beneath his belly button, but when her fingers reached his waistband his patience had run out.

In one fluid movement, he'd wound his arm around her waist and turned them around so that he was on top again. His lips crashed against hers while he used his pelvis to push her into the bed even more. His hand slipped under her shirt but instead of the soft touches she expected he pulled it over her head, exposing her bra.

He looked down hungrily before looking up and into her eyes again. "Tell me to stop," he said.

But she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. So she shook her head no and reached out to pull him back to her, which he gladly did.

The cold air bit at her skin but she barely noticed it through the heat their bodies generated. His large, calloused hand glided over the area just beneath her breast, making her breath hitch and her back arch ever so slightly.

In the process of arching her back she unwittingly ground against his hardness again as he was still pressing down on her. "Ava," he breathed out. "Tell me to stop."

"No."

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Cliffhanger because this chapter would've gotten unbelievably long.

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