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Some of her worry must have shown on her face because Dr. Larsen gave her a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, kid. It’s mostly a formality. It will probably be cleared in a day or two.” She thanked Dr. Larsen and got off on her floor. Doctors were housed on a higher floor. Executives got the penthouse though they often had grand homes and rarely stayed at the IOP facility.

  Keva used her card identification key to unlock her door. She liked her apartment. The color theme was much like the offices below. The walls were white. The rooms were square. Large windows gave excellent views of the vast desert. The only real difference was the white carpeting. The offices had cheap, dark gray carpet squares.

  After her hard day, she just wanted to soak in the tub with a good book. She wished she had contact information for Sebastian. Perhaps it was for the best. This way, he would remain off the IOP radar, as he so obviously desired. She stripped off her shirt as she entered the hallway to her bedroom. She kept the blinds in her bedroom closed so the room was dark. It wasn’t that she was worried that anyone would see her undressed as there were no nearby buildings. Even after three years, she wasn’t used to the isolation, and it felt weird to strip in front of window. Plus, keeping the blinds closed helped keep the room cool.

  She tossed her shirt on the bed and undid her pants, letting them fall to the floor. Hearing a bang behind her, she swung around. The door had slammed shut. She stared at it in confusion. There was no wind to have caused it to close.

  “It seems I’m overdressed.”

  Gasping, she turned toward that deep voice. Sebastian leaned against the wall in the corner. Too far away to have closed the door with his hands. So he wasn’t lying about the telekinesis. His words sinking in, she gritted her teeth but refused to cower and cover her partial nudity. He’d seen it all. “How did you get in here?”

  He shrugged as he moved forward. With a flick of his hand, the light switch was flipped and the room was instantly much brighter. She blinked against the sudden change. Sebastian fared much better. Once her vision adjusted, she could see that he wore dark shades. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt with an album cover on it that she didn’t recognize. His long hair was loose about his broad shoulders. “Simple,” he said, stopping in front of her. “I told them I was your boyfriend.”

  “Oh, well, that makes sense.” Friday was a day when everyone was lax. IOP was guarded twenty-four hours a day, but the guards changed shifts for the evenings and the weekends. The regular guards were not such sticklers on Fridays or when it was close to five on any given day. But it didn’t explain how he found her apartment or how he got inside without an access card key. “I was just thinking about you.”

  He grinned. “I haven’t been able to forget you either.”

  She frowned. “I needed to talk to you. Something came up at work about your—”

  “I’m not interested in that.”

  “But you need to…” She halted as he pushed his shades up, revealing glowing silver irises. Inhaling, she backed up a step. If it was possible, his grin widened. “B-bastian?”

  “Yes?”

  The significance of his presence in her apartment hit her. He’d been adamant about not coming to IOP for treatment. She hadn’t forgotten his story about the violin and his warning about coming for her. “No. We’re not doing that again. We can try a regular connection.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Why must you waste my time?”

  “There are protocols that must be followed—”

  He grabbed her hands. “There.” He squeezed. “Nothing. Now can we do this my way?”

  “You didn’t even try. You’re not glowing so it’s not as dire as last time.” Well, other than his eyes. “We should be able to do this the normal way.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to.” He gripped her hips and slid his hands around to cup her buttocks. His palms were hot through the thin cotton of her panties. Hauling her in as close as she would allow, he groaned. “I definitely don’t want to. And if you were honest with yourself, you’d admit that you don’t want to either.”

  Despite her arms acting as a bracket between his chest and hers, he buried his face in her neck and inhaled. She shivered, her pussy clenching, as he nibbled and sucked the sensitive skin there. He rolled his hips against hers, letting her know exactly how aroused he was, and her limbs went weak. Oh, hell, she thought. She was in trouble. Maybe if she had a boyfriend it would be easier to resist him. When she’d become such a sex fiend, she didn’t know, but the man made her feel like an addict. She was wet and needy. More than once, she’d brought herself off thinking about their night together.

  When his lips sought hers, she didn’t deny him. The kiss was hot and deep, making her moan. He undid her bra and pushed her panties down even as their tongues continued to duel. They were falling. The bed caught them. His limbs intertwined with hers. His large hands seemed to be everywhere, tugging on her nipples, arching her spine, spreading her thighs. He stroked her clit and plunged his fingers into her pussy and then used her juices to tease her some more.

  She heard his zipper release. He shoved his pants down and then his cock was poised at her opening. “You want this?”

  “Yes,” she gasped. The word hadn’t fully left her mouth before he was plunging deep. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He was completely dressed while she was naked and open to him. The denim of his jeans was rough against her thighs as he fucked her. His cotton T-shirt rasped against her nipples, keeping them tight and hard for him. She slid her hands into his long hair and pulled him down for a kiss. The walls here were thick, but she didn’t want to chance her neighbor hearing her screams.

  Bastian was demanding and tireless, working her body until she was covered in sweat. There was almost a desperation to his movements. He cupped her buttocks, tilting her into his hard thrusts, so that he could drive his deepest. Each thrust pushed her higher and higher. She could tell the second he started to stream his power into her. Keva shook as the rush of psychic energy threatened to overwhelm her. The sensation of him tunneling in and out of her cunt became almost unbearable in its intensity. She was thrown headlong into an orgasm on a particularly deep thrust aimed at her g-spot. Her entire body seized from her toes to the top of her scalp and her skin became a mass of tingling nerve endings. She moaned into his mouth. Sebastian stilled, a deep groan rumbling up from his chest as his cock swelled and jerked inside her sheath.

  He buried his face in her neck and gave a great sigh of relief. Their breathing returned to normal. And then he stiffened. “Shit.” He braced himself on his elbows so that he could look down in to her face. His eyes no longer glowed. “Keva, I can’t believe I did this to you again.”

  She allowed her arms to fall to the bed. “Why the surprise? You did warn me. And I warned you that you would need help again.”

  Sebastian cupped her face. “I fought as hard as I could to stay away from you.”

  Keva sighed. “Could you…?” She nudged his shoulders. He was still buried inside her. She was sticky with his come and uncomfortable. She’d really like that bath now.

  “Sorry.” He rolled onto his back and did up his pants.

  She covered herself with one arm across her breasts and the other positioned between her legs. It was stupid, but she’d felt much better with at least her underwear on. “I’m going to take a shower. If you want to hang around, we can discuss your file. I tried before but you weren’t interested.”

  He ran his fingers through his hair and nodded. “I’ll wait for you in the den.”

  In the bathroom, she stared at her reflection. Her eyes were aglow. She shook her head. Sebastian’s case was unlike any she had ever seen. She reached out to pull back the shower curtain and then paused. Unable to resist, she gave the curtain a mental command to open. Instead, the plastic was ripped from the rings. It fell to the floor at her feet.

  Keva grimaced. Guess that sort of thing needed practice. She ran a bath and climbed in. Not wanting to keep Sebasti
an waiting, she soaped up quickly. She couldn’t help but think back over what had just transpired between them. The man made her go off like a firecracker. It was embarrassing to be so easy.

  She rinsed off and wrapped up in a towel. She peeped into her bedroom. The television could be heard from the den. She really didn’t want to put on another bra and decided to risk it. Sebastian was back to his normal self and was unlikely to make any sexual overtures toward her. She pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of lounge pants.

  He was flipping channels but put down the remote when she joined him in the den. Since she rarely had company, she only had a loveseat. She sat down and his eyes immediately dropped to her unbound breasts. Clearing her throat, she grabbed up a sofa pillow and hugged it to her chest. “So, as I was saying, I was questioned about your file this morning.”

  “Why?”

  “I didn’t realize it, but it raises flags when subjects’ names are unlisted. Also, because of the unusual circumstances.”

  “So what does this mean? Are you in trouble?”

  It was sweet that his first concern was for her. “Probably not, but I’ve never had this happen before. I don’t know the process. A doctor I spoke to said it was merely a formality.”

  “But you’re worried?”

  “Yeah.”

  He ran a hand through his long waves. “I don’t want you risking your job because of me. If you have to, you can give them my name. It won’t be the end of the world for me. They can’t force me to come in.”

  “Then why all the paranoia?”

  “I’m not saying they won’t try to bully me into it. I don’t know the extent of their power. Frankly, I don’t want to find out.”

  “I’ll keep you informed if you give me a contact number.”

  “It would be best if you didn’t. That way you don’t have to lie about it if you’re questioned.”

  She nodded. That sounded reasonable to her. She wouldn’t reveal his name unless it became necessary. “Did you want to stay for dinner? I owe you for the PB&J.”

  He laughed. “I don’t want to impose.”

  “Believe me, it’s no imposition. I’m just making simple spaghetti.”

  “Okay,” he said with a nod. “Let me clean up first. Mind if I use your bathroom?”

  “No. It’s just through the bedroom.”

  “I know.”

  Keva watched him leave and shook her head. What was she thinking to ask him to stay? Sighing, she entered the kitchen and put a pot of water on to boil. She didn’t particularly like cooking. Spaghetti was cheap and easy. She dumped salt in the water.

  “What happened to your shower curtain?”

  “The polite thing to do would have been to ignore that.”

  He gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

  She shrugged. “I was trying out your telekinesis.”

  “Oh.” He leaned back against the counter. Running the heel of his hand over his chest, he asked, “How was it? Did you enjoy it?”

  Keva blinked, surprised that he had to ask. Wasn’t she vocal enough in her approval? Maybe it was a guy thing. They needed praise. Or maybe he wasn’t some sort of balm to soothe his conscience. “Um, yes. You’re…intense, rougher than I’m used to.” She wet her lips. “But I…it’s…good.” That was an understatement. He was fantastic.

  The corners of Sebastian’s lips curled up. And then he chuckled. “Well, that’s a worry off my mind, but I wasn’t talking about the sex. I meant the psychic power. From almost the beginning, it was a burden for me.”

  “Oh.” Keva felt her face go hot with embarrassment. She hoped she wasn’t sweating. “Um, that was good, too, but obviously, I need more practice.”

  He grinned. “Are you volunteering for next time?”

  She gasped. “Sebastian, you’re being naughty!”

  “You really don’t know how much it’s a relief to me to know that I haven’t hurt you. When I get like that, there’s so much pain and frustration. I can’t control anything. For years, I’ve been battling to hold it in and it’s only gotten worse.”

  “Yeah. The holding it in only causes a bottleneck.” The water began to boil and she added the pasta.

  “I can’t use it, Keva. Every time I try…I just can’t.”

  Keva remained silent. She wasn’t a trained therapist, but she thought his issues stemmed from the rejection from his parents. Though she wanted to ask, she had no right to go poking around in his business but how much longer she could maintain that attitude when he kept dragging her into his situation was debatable.

  She put on a second pot and filled it with pasta sauce. She seasoned the sauce with pepper, basil, and oregano. He helped her get out the plates and silverware. He seemed to just know where things were without having to ask. It was uncanny. When the food was ready, she did the plating. The nearest thing she had to wine was grape juice and Sebastian didn’t seem to object. Once they were seated in her small dining area, he dug into the food without comment. “How’s your work?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “I quit.”

  “What? How do you quit when you work for yourself?”

  “It was going wrong. I, um, haven’t been able to concentrate.”

  Keva put down her fork. “Is there anything I can do?”

  He gave a humorless laugh. “Haven’t you done enough? You’ve spread your legs for me twice now.”

  She inhaled. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

  His gaze burned into her. “I know you don’t, but we need to. Keva, I can’t offer you anything. I’m a fuckup and a freak.”

  Taking a sip of her grape juice, she studied him over the rim of her glass. “Are you trying to let me down nicely?”

  “Hell, you cooked for me. You feel sorry for me. Eventually, because I’ll keep fucking you, you’ll think you love me. You’re too kind and too sweet not to tie love and sex together. What you really need to do is take a self-defense class and kick me in the nuts the next time I show up on your doorstep. Will you? Probably not. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you and you won’t ask for anything in return. What kind of life is that for you? I can’t give you a relationship, but I can guarantee fucking me will kill your chances at getting one out of anyone else.”

  Her eyes widened. “Whoa. I don’t know where you get this idea that I need a relationship or that I’m in love with you. Or that I’ll let you do anything to me that you want.”

  He arched a brow. “Really? You’ve done nothing to stop me so far. I’ve been a bastard to you and you still want to help me.”

  “Sebastian, it’s plain spaghetti! Hell, it isn’t even a meat sauce. I haven’t declared my undying love for you.”

  “And you should keep it that way. Don’t let me do this to you. You deserve more.”

  She shook her head. “You keep saying things like that. Like you know so much about me. Why is that?”

  “Because I do. I can’t recall when I had the first vision of you, but it was of you being born. Every milestone of your life, I’ve been there. Your prom, your graduation, the death of your father, your move to Nevada. I’ve always known I would meet you some day, but I never knew when it would happen.”

  Her mouth dropped open. What did this mean? “Am I the only one? Are there other people whose lives you…?”

  He shook his head. “Only you. So if it consoles you any, you’re not just some random or convenient pussy to me.”

  She didn’t know what to make of his revelation. It was an invasion of her privacy, though unintentional. He probably couldn’t stop it. They were destined to meet. This was fated to happen.

  Sebastian groaned. “I see the stars in your eyes. I’m in no place to offer you anything.”

  “Stop telling me that I love you. I’m telling you that I don’t.”

  “So you would have done…this for anyone?”

  She bit her lip. She didn’t know if that was true. The first time had been a matter of life or death. She’d like to think she would have made
the unselfish choice even if she hadn’t found him to be attractive, but she couldn’t swear to it. Having sex with him wasn’t exactly a hardship. And this afternoon? Yeah, she should have turned him away. “It’s just spaghetti. It took less than half an hour—”

  “Forget the food. I’m talking about the pussy. If I said I wanted you right now, how fast could I get you out of your panties?”

  Keva clasped her hands in her lap to stop them from trembling. She was so angry with him. How dare he talk to her like that? The only thing she’d done was try to help him. “You’re cruel,” she whispered.

  “How fast, Keva?”

  “I’m not some slut.” She bit her lip. “Okay, so maybe today was fueled by…lust but that doesn’t mean I’m…”

  “What you are is sweet and wonderful. You deserve more than me, some guy who can only offer you the occasional orgasm.”

  She expelled a sound of disgust and stood. “You’ve ruined my appetite.” He helped her clean up and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

  “I should go.” She walked him to the door. “Keva, I’m sorry for being an a-hole. I don’t like what I’m doing to you. And if I could help it…”

  She held up a hand. She didn’t need to hear any more about how if he could choose he wouldn’t be darkening her doorstep. It was starting to give her a complex. “Save it. Next time, I’ll knee you in the family jewels. And I won’t feed you. Are we good?”

  “Yeah, I guess so.” He gave her a sharp nod. “See you around.”

  “Mmm. If you have any trouble at the gate, tell them to call me and I’ll vouch for you.”

  Chapter Four

  Sebastian swiped the back of his hand over his sweaty brow and dropped the paint roller into the plastic paint tray. He looked around and surveyed his work. The pale gray wasn’t a boring white but could still be considered neutral. This was the last room. When he’d purchased the house, the roof had been falling in, the carpeting was stained and smelly, and there had been holes punched in the wall, courtesy of the last owner. The real estate in Las Vegas had taken a hit in the current economy. His friends told him he was crazy to attempt flipping houses here. They’d begged him to return home with them to California. But he couldn’t go. Something held him here. This was his second house. The first had sold faster than he’d anticipated, but he hadn’t counted on the sale. He would have rented it out if that became a necessity. Fortunately, the house had been in good shape and the fixes were largely cosmetic. He’d kept his repair costs low by doing as much of the work himself as he could. His father had been a carpenter, and Sebastian had worked with him until he couldn’t hide his abilities anymore. He’d hoped to go into the family business with his father, but he gave up that dream when his father had thrown him physically from their house, tossing his belongings behind him.