Headlines (Prime Time #3) - Ella Frank Page 0,3

done some research on you today during my downtime.”

My mouth fell open, and then I laughed. “Research? You’ve known me most of my life. I’m pretty sure what you did was look up gossip about me.”

Sean leaned back and propped his feet up on the coffee table. “Okay, you caught me.”

“So you Googled me.”

“I—yeah, I Googled you.”

“Uh huh.”

Sean took a sip of his wine and grinned.

“Then you must’ve also learned that I was voted that—”

“Three years in a fucking row. I did. Just how many men am I competing with out there, Xander?”

A smile curved my lips as I leaned down until I was inches from his face. “You aren’t competing with anyone.”

“No?”

“If you were, do you really think I’d be here each night with dinner on the table waiting for you?” Sean’s eyes dropped to my mouth. “Just so you know, the answer to that would be no.”

I brushed my lips over the top of his and nipped at his lower one.

“I thought you were going to get the first-aid kit?”

“You’re right. Stop distracting me.”

Sean chuckled and raised his glass back to his lips, and as his eyes travelled down over me, my heart began to thump.

“Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.” The twinkle in his eyes said otherwise, however.

I shook my head and made my way to the bathroom, where I grabbed the first-aid kit, and when I returned, I found Sean with his eyes shut and his head resting back on the cushion behind him.

I lightly tapped his leg, and when his eyes opened, he dropped his feet from the table to the floor so I could move in between them.

“Are you going to tell me how you got this?” I placed the kit on the arm of the chair and took out some disinfectant cream and a cotton tip. “And before you worry that this is me nagging, it’s—”

Sean tugged me down close to him. “Yeah?”

“Well, it’s not.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s me being…”

His lips found the side of my neck and he kissed his way up to my ear. “Hmm?”

I sighed. “Concerned.”

He slipped his hand under my shirt to finger the waistband of my shorts, and then his lips met mine in a fierce kiss. I entered his mouth and tasted the wine he’d been drinking, and God, what an addictive combination that was.

My erection throbbed as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Get up here,” he demanded, and urged me onto his lap.

Once I was there, a knee on either side of his hips, the recliner began to rock, causing my hard-on to rub nice and firm against his.

Sean waggled his brows. “Now that’s a nice little side effect.”

“Nothing little about it.”

He grinned and smoothed his hands down to my ass, pulling me in roughly. Then he angled his head and sank his tongue deep inside my mouth, and the groan that rumbled out of him vibrated against my chest.

I played with the longer strands of his hair, and when I began to writhe over the top of him, Sean pulled his lips free.

“Jesus, you feel fucking amazing.”

My chest heaved as I stared down at him, and when my eyes caught on the purple tinge starting to color his eye, I frowned. Here he was all black and blue, and I was climbing him like a jungle gym. Come on, Xander, show some restraint.

Knowing it was going to cost me every ounce of control to put a stop to this, I reached for his wine glass and downed the rest of the contents in one long swallow.

When I was done, Sean laughed. “Thirsty?”

“Not the right word.” I reached for the cream and cotton tip again. “Hey, stop that,” I said when Sean squeezed my ass. “Put your hands under your legs.”

“How about I put them under your legs?”

I narrowed my eyes. “How about I get your cuffs and use them on you?”

A low laugh escaped him as he slowly slid his hands down the sides of the couch and under his legs. “There. Satisfied?”

“As far from it as humanly possible. But I want make sure this cut is cleaned up properly.”

Sean inclined his head but said nothing else as I went to work. I made sure the gash across his cheek had been cleaned, and when I was satisfied Sean had done a pretty good job of it, I went about dabbing some cream into the wound.

It was nasty, that was for sure, and when I mentioned he might need stitches, Sean waved it off.

“No