“I kind of missed winter, actually.”
“You freak of nature. You like winter?”
“I like having four seasons, though I’m not a big fan of hot summer days. Winter is better.”
“Ugh, what is wrong with you?” she teased.
When they finished their bubble tea, it was well after seven.
“So, uh.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Time to head back to Stratford?”
“Let’s grab something to eat in Waterloo first. There’s a good Taiwanese fried chicken place near here, or there’s a sandwich bar that does pretty decent banh mi. Which would you like?”
“Fried chicken.”
“I was hoping you’d say that, but I figured I’d better give you an option.” She grinned.
He had a large piece of crispy fried chicken for dinner. Hardly healthy, but that was okay. He would eat well tomorrow.
Even though this was not a date, as she’d made clear, he couldn’t help wanting to put his hand on her knee. In fact, he couldn’t help feeling like they were teenagers on a first date, unable to afford anything fancier than fast food.
It’s just lust, he told himself.
Lust and friendship. Yes, that’s what it was.
She popped another piece of popcorn chicken in her mouth, and he shifted in his seat. Goddammit, what was it about seeing Amber Wong in work clothes, eating fried chicken, that made his pants so tight?
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“You’re glaring at me.”
“I’m not glaring at you.”
“You are.” She gave him a look.
“Fine. Maybe I was. You’re just so...” He gestured toward her helplessly.
“I’m what?”
“Cute,” he said accusingly. “In a grown-up way, of course. The way you eat popcorn chicken seductively...it’s cute.”
“I’m not trying to be seductive! I’m just eating.”
“Sure, sure.”
Maybe she wasn’t trying, but he seemed to find everything she did seductive.
When they got back to Stratford, it was nine o’clock. He appreciated that she’d taken him out for bubble tea, and they’d had a good time together, but his body had been ready to jump her three hours ago.
Though he’d been itching to remove that vest for hours, now that he had the opportunity, he decided to leave it on.
Sebastian carried her to the bedroom and set her down on the edge of the bed. He sat down behind her, his legs outside of hers, and kissed up and down the side of her neck as his hands roamed over her chest—on top of her clothing. For now.
When she writhed against his cock, he unzipped her pants, then slid his hand inside her panties, finding her warm and wet for him. He brushed his fingers against her clit; she inhaled sharply.
He captured her mouth in his. Unlike their last kiss—in front of a bubble tea shop, of all places—this one was private.
“You taste like fried chicken and banana,” she murmured.
“Sounds delicious.” He pressed his erection against her back. “I think you like bananas after all, don’t you?”
It was horribly lame, but she burst into gratifying laughter.
And now, it was time for her to make other noises.
He got off the bed and knelt before her. He pulled off her pants, then the pink underwear underneath.
As he set his mouth to her, he looked up. She was still wearing her white shirt and that sexy vest, like she was a professional career woman, but her head was tipped back, her lips parted in pleasure, and it was so hot.
He finger-fucked her roughly as he rolled his tongue over her clit, savoring her taste. He took his cues from her sounds. They got louder, and he worked her with his fingers and mouth until she was shrieking out and shaking for him.
When she had come down from her orgasm, he stood up and shifted her up the bed so her head was on the pillow. Then he finally unbuttoned her vest and tossed it on the floor, along with her shirt and bra. Now he had full access to her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and plucked the nipple with his fingers before setting his mouth to it.
She squirmed.
He slid two fingers inside of her as he continued to suck her breast.
She squirmed some more.
“Yeah, that’s good,” he said. “You like my fingers in your pussy, don’t you?”
He glanced up to see her nod, and then he kissed her mouth, giving and taking as much as he could before sliding down her body so his mouth could join his hand.
His cock was rock hard, and he refused to pay it any attention, wanting to focus on her. Wanting to get her ready to take him.
Amber came again. She was quieter this time, but she shook and gripped the comforter.
“Sebastian,” she groaned. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“Amber...” he said sternly.
“I want your cock.”
Fuck. Not long ago, she’d been driving him around, wearing her proper work clothes, and now she was naked in bed and begging for him.
He reached into her bedside table and pulled out the box of Magnums that he’d tossed in her basket the day they met. After rolling on a condom, he slicked himself with lube, then placed the tip of his cock at her entrance.
“Just tell me if I need to stop,” he said.
She nodded, but this time, with lots of preparation, he was able to push inside without much difficulty.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
God, she felt amazing, so tight around him. He started moving slowly, using his whole body to coax little sighs from her lips, to make her feel as good as he could. He kissed her neck, her mouth, her earlobe. She was wearing pearl studs to match her work outfit, and he found that hot, too.
She arched up, wrapped her legs around his thighs, and took him even deeper.
“Amber, I’m not going to...”
He touched her clit, and they both shuddered together as he rammed into her with a few quick strokes.
He collapsed on his back next to her, head spinning.
“That was incredible,” she said, curling up against him.
He put his arm around
