He plunged two fingers deep inside her, and she shuddered. She rode his fingers, trying to get the right angle, but she couldn’t. She groaned in frustration.
“More tiramisu?” He held the spoon to his lips.
“Later. When I can enjoy it properly.”
“Why can’t you enjoy it properly now?”
“You can be infuriating, you know.”
He laughed.
When it was just the two of them, he had a soft, commanding presence. She didn’t know how else to describe it. She felt like it was all for her, nobody else was in on this little secret, and she loved it.
He swiped up a small amount of mascarpone cream with his finger and held it to her mouth. She sucked it off, careful to use lots of tongue to drive him wild.
But really. Enough with the tiramisu.
She turned in his lap so she was facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist. The juncture of her legs pressed against his erection, and she groaned again.
How did he feel so good?
How could this be the end?
She unbuttoned his pants and removed his cock through the slit in his boxers, stroking the hard length of him. His size was less intimidating than it had been the first time, but she still required lots of preparation and lube to take him.
He slid his hand into her thong again and worked her into a frenzy. His fingers were no longer enough.
“Sebastian. Please. I need...”
He rolled a condom onto his length, then pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pants—she appreciated that he was prepared.
When he was ready, she raised herself up and pushed her thong to one side. She eased herself down on him, nice and slow, gasping with each additional inch she took of him.
It felt like he was splitting her open, and she would never be able to completely put herself back together.
She didn’t care. She kept going.
Finally, his cock was fully inside her.
“Yes, Amber.” He sounded in awe of what was happening between them. “You’re amazing.” He cupped her cheeks and bestowed a single kiss on her lips before shifting his hands to her ass. “Now move.”
They thrust together, up and down, in perfect harmony, and she ached. Oh, she ached. This would be it for them.
Why couldn’t he be someone else? Someone she hadn’t known all her life, someone whose parents were strangers to hers. Someone who wasn’t friends with her brother.
What if...
No, it was impossible. She couldn’t start something real with him unless she was positive it would last. Otherwise, it wasn’t worth the risk. She didn’t love him.
But it’s already real.
Amber rode him harder to drown out her thoughts. She kissed him long and deep and held him against her. She took his hand and shoved it into her thong, and he immediately began rubbing her clit.
“Was it like this with anyone else?” he asked as he thrust particularly deep inside her.
She shook her head, unable to be anything but honest when they were together like this.
On and on she rode him. Every inch of her skin sparked with energy, and when her breaths came faster, he pounded into her even harder from below, one hand gripping her thigh, the other moving furiously on her clit.
“Sebastian, I’m going to...”
And then it happened. She shook as though she was breaking into a million pieces, and beneath her, he cried out and tightened his hold on her.
He stayed inside her for a moment, and they simply looked at each other. She felt too raw, though, too naked, and she raised herself up and straightened her clothes.
“Let’s finish the tiramisu,” she said.
If they were in a real relationship, maybe they could get tested and she could go on the pill. They could stop using condoms; she could feel him go soft inside her.
But none of that would happen.
“Friday is Valentine’s Day,” he said. “I don’t have any plans. Want to come over and spend the evening in bed?”
“Yes,” she said before she could stop herself.
She’d sworn this would be the last time, but she couldn’t seem to keep away, and she was weak after that incredible orgasm. It was too good with him. They laughed and they ate and they talked and they fucked.
But then she imagined her parents barging into her apartment while she was trying to eat a honey cruller off his dick. An embarrassing situation with any guy, but ten times worse with Sebastian, who knew her family, and it was exactly the sort of thing that would happen to her.
Okay. One more night and then she would end it.
For real this time.
* * *
It was Valentine’s Day, and Sebastian was nearly ready.
Amber was coming over at eight. As far as she knew, they were going to have sex and order pizza. Cheap pizza, not the thin-crust stuff they’d had the other day.
But he had different plans.
To start, there was a plate of fancy crackers and cheese, as well as wine.
Next, he had a mixed green salad with pear slices and nuts, which he would toss with the balsamic vinaigrette right before they ate.
Then, they would have mussels. He wouldn’t cook those until she got here, but everything was ready to go.
For dessert, there was a box of four donuts. Sebastian had driven to London to get them after work. He hadn’t known which flavors she’d like, so he’d gotten a selection. He didn’t plan on putting one on his dick; he just hoped she’d see the donuts and laugh.
He loved making her laugh.
As soon as she saw everything he’d prepared, she’d know something was up. So before they ate dinner, he planned to tell her the truth. I’m falling in love with you and I want to have a relationship.
He wasn’t sure what she’d say, to be honest. It was possible she’d walk out before they even got to dinner, but he suspected her feelings toward him had changed, too. Just from the way she’d been with
