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  She grabbed her dildo, which was about the size of a small penis, rather than Sebastian’s monster cock. It was clear glass with pink ribs. He took it from her hand and peered at it curiously, as though he’d never seen anything like it.

  He set it on the comforter. “I’ll use it in just a minute.”

  He climbed on top of her and slid a finger into her again. She wasn’t as wet as she’d been a few minutes ago, but she got a little wetter as he continued to fuck her with his finger, then added a second.

  And then he kissed her.

  She realized, with a jolt, that though they’d been all over each other, this was the first time he’d kissed her on the lips. He tasted faintly of coffee, with a hint of pine, an unexpected but appealing taste. She coaxed his lips open and slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he hissed. He was still turned on, despite everything.

  He continued to finger-bang her with gusto. When he stopped suddenly, she whimpered against his mouth.

  He sat up and held the dildo to her lips. As she took it into her mouth, desire flashed in his eyes.

  “I want to see your lips around my cock,” he said.

  “Now?”

  “No, maybe next time.”

  Next time? She couldn’t think that far ahead.

  He crawled backward down her body, took the toy that she’d slicked with saliva, and pushed it inside her. Her body accepted it without difficulty.

  “You feel okay?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  He pumped the toy in and out of her, his gaze riveted on her crotch.

  Something about letting a man use a toy on her—during their first time together—was oddly intimate.

  Sebastian lay down on his stomach and licked her as he continued to fuck her with the dildo. She squirmed against his face, and when he swiped his tongue over her clit, she grabbed the comforter in her hands and cried out for him.

  He crawled up her body, a self-satisfied grin on his face, and kissed her.

  She wanted more.

  “Let’s try again.” She bent her legs and spread them as wide as she could.

  He removed the toy, and then his stiff cock was at her entrance. This time, he watched her face as he pushed inside. When her breathing hitched, he stopped, but when she nodded quickly again, he kept going, until he was fully seated inside her.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, and it made her stupidly pleased.

  She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, and there was the tiniest bit of pain as he pumped in and out of her, but it was good this time. He pushed his hands through her hair and tugged her head back, just a bit, allowing him access to her neck. She moaned.

  “Yes, that’s right,” he whispered. “You’re taking it. Taking it hard.” He pounded even deeper inside her, and she cried out.

  He wrapped his mouth around her left nipple and sucked before he pulled out and arranged her on all fours—like the first time they’d tried this—and thrust into her again. As he fucked her, he stroked her clit, sending her over the edge once more in a spiral of pleasure.

  Through the haze, she heard him grunt, low and long.

  After he pulled out, he held her against his chest, anchoring her to the world as her breaths gradually slowed.

  * * *

  “Is this okay?” Sebastian asked, tightening his arm around Amber.

  This was what he’d usually do after sex, but maybe it was against the rules. Too affectionate, perhaps? He didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

  “Yes.” She cuddled up to him. “I miss physical contact.”

  She didn’t care that it was him; she just wanted a warm body in her bed. And that was fine with Sebastian, it truly was.

  “Has that ever happened before?” she asked. “The not-fitting business, I mean.”

  “My second girlfriend was a virgin. It took three separate tries before we managed it.”

  “I’m far from a virgin, though.”

  She sounded worried that he’d been disappointed in her performance, but nothing could be further from the truth. It had felt amazing to slide inside her...but also to taste her and watch as the toy moved in and out of her body.

  “I would like to do it again.” He figured it was best to be straightforward about this. “Not today. Another time. If you’re interested.”

  When she nodded, warmth spread inside him. He pulled her closer and planted kisses up and down her neck.

  Yes, he would enjoy this arrangement. It was exactly what he needed after getting out of a long relationship. He’d just have to make sure there was lots of foreplay, as well as lube. He’d treat her well and ensure she always had a good time. It would be mutually beneficial.

  Okay, that didn’t sound sexy at all, but it was true.

  They lay in contented silence for a few minutes. Then he sat up and started looking for his clothes.

  “They’re in the living room,” Amber said.

  He was about to head to the living room, but then he noticed the piece of fabric hanging above her bed. Cross-stitching, he thought it was called.

  Rule #1: No Dating, it read.

  She really was serious about this no-dating business.

  Which was fine.

  His gaze dropped to the top of the bedside table, where the dildo was sitting. It was wet from her moisture, and God, that was nearly enough to make him hard again.

  Next to the dildo, there was a collection of crochet birds. He picked up the peacock. Though it was small, it was extraordinarily detailed.

  “Did you make these?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Did you buy a pattern?”

  “Nah, just made it up myself.”

  He looked at the peacock, then back at Amber. “You’re very talented.”

  She rolled her eyes, and dammit, that pissed him off.

  “No, really,” he said. “You are.”

  She shrugged. “Nothing like how you can play piano.”

  “But I can’t do this.”

  She didn’t say anything, but she smiled up at him, and he ran his hand down her back.

  Yes, he would enjoy this arrangement very much.

  Chapter 4

  “Wait a second.” Gloria put down her latte. “You’re telling me he was ginormous, but he was actually good in bed? In my experience, the guys with the biggest dicks are also the ones who have no idea how to use it. They think being big is all they need to do.”

  “Yeah, he was good,” Amber said. “And when it didn’t fit the first time—”

  “It didn’t fit?”

  “Just a little louder.” Amber looked around the coffee shop. “I’m not sure everyone heard you.”

  Gloria laughed. “Sorry. I’m imagining—”

  “Please don’t imagine.”

  “Alright, alright.”

  “Anyway, when it didn’t fit, he wasn’t frustrated, just gave me an orgasm before trying again.” Amber tried not to get lost in her memories of Sunday. Had that orgasm been particularly good because she’d had nothing but self-induced orgasms in almost a year?

  “So you’re going to keep seeing him?” Gloria asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “And you’re not falling in love with him?”

  “Definitely not. This is the ideal set-up. Just what I need.” Amber paused. “How long should I wait before I text him again?”

  Gloria gave her a look, then sipped her latte.

  “Seriously, it’s nothing more than sex.” Though Amber couldn’t help recalling how close to him she’d felt when he slid the dildo inside her.

  Physically close, that was all.

  They’d fucked, nothing more.

  Well, they’d snuggled for ten minutes, too, but it didn’t mean anything. He’d left right after that.

  “I’ve been sex-deprived for so long,” Amber said. “I need to make up for lost time.”

  “I’d wait another couple days.”

  * * *

  After she
got out of the shower the next evening, Amber walked into her bedroom and picked up the crochet parrot and peacock sitting on her night table.

  Sebastian had said she was talented, and she’d brushed him off. Besides, what did he know about this stuff? But secretly, she’d been rather pleased.

  Cross-stitching and crocheting were things she did to keep her hands busy, often while watching baking shows. Things she did just for herself that other people almost never saw.

  In fact, with her last boyfriend, she’d always dumped her crochet animals into her dresser before he came over, afraid he’d laugh at her.

  But it hadn’t occurred to her to do that with Sebastian—maybe because she was so out-of-practice with this sex business—and he’d actually liked them.

  She had nothing on Gloria’s or Roxanne’s talents, but it was nice that he’d been kind.

  Her gaze traveled down to the knob of the top drawer of her night table, and she couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her lips.

  He’d been kind and filthy and enthusiastic, in his own serious way.

  Amber couldn’t wait any longer. She sent him a text.

  * * *

  Friday evening, Amber was doing a little cleaning as she waited for Sebastian.

  When her parents called, she answered the phone with a sigh, hoping this would be quick, but that was probably too much to ask.

  “Hi, Amber,” Mom said. “You’re coming over for dinner on Sunday, right?”

  “I’ll be there, don’t worry.”

  “What are you doing tonight?”

  Well, obviously Amber wasn’t going to tell the truth about that. “Oh, not much. Just staying home and tidying up. Watching TV.”

  “Staying home on a Friday? That doesn’t sound like you.”

  It wasn’t super unusual for Amber to be home on Friday night, even if her family assumed otherwise.

  She sneezed as she dusted the small table in the corner of the living room.

  “Are you sick?” Mom asked.

  “Uh, yeah.” Amber hoped that would put an end to any questions about her Friday night plans.

  But saying she was sick only led to other questions, of course.

  “What are your symptoms?” Mom demanded. “Do you need to talk to your father? He’s the pharmacist, after all. Actually, I have some chicken soup in the freezer. Why don’t I bring it over right now—”

  “Mom, that’s really not necessary.”

  It was unlikely her mother heard, however, as there was some banging on the other end of the phone, and a moment later, she heard a different voice.

  Ugh, it was one of those days when she had to talk to every member of her family. Her paternal grandparents were at her parents’ place all the time.

  “You are sick?” Ah Ma asked. “Did you go to bed with your hair wet?”

  “No, Ah Ma.”

  “Hmm, you don’t sound sick to me.”

  Now that Amber had said she was sick, she couldn’t admit she was lying. She let out a weak cough and made her voice a little fainter. “It’s not too bad. I’m sure I’ll be fine by Sunday.”

  Dammit, Sebastian would be here any moment. She needed to get off the phone.

  “Hi, Amber.” That was her dad. “Sorry you’re feeling under the weather.”

  “Thanks.” She managed a fake sniffle.

  “Make sure you get lots of rest.”

  “I know.”

  “And don’t listen to anything your grandmother says about wet hair. It’s bullshit.”

  Amber wasn’t surprised to hear yelling in the background.

  Her mom came back on a minute later. “Are you sure you don’t want me to bring soup?”

  “Positive. I can order soup here if I need some.”

  “But it’s not the same as your mother’s chicken noodle soup.”

  “Of course not, but it’s an hour drive. It’s not necessary, and I’m really not that sick.”

  “You sound pretty sick to me.”

  What? Her grandmother had said just the opposite two minutes ago. Maybe Amber was playing it up a bit too much now.

  She glanced at the clock. “I need to get going. I have, uh, something on the stove.”

  “Of course. I’ll call you in an hour to see how you’re doing.”

  “Mom!”

  “Just kidding. Go to bed early and have a good night’s sleep. Talk to you tomorrow. Oh, wait. Your grandfather wants to talk to you.”

  “I—”

  “Hi, Amber,” Ah Yeh said. “I hope you feel better soon. I just sent you an email with some books about Shakespeare that I thought might interest you.”

  “Okay, thank you, Ah Yeh. I’ll look at them tomorrow.” She let out a weird-sounding fake cough. “See you on Sunday.”

  And finally, she was off the phone.

  Thank God.

  * * *

  Sebastian arrived a few minutes later, and this time, there were no awkward hellos. This time, Amber threw herself at him the instant he walked through the door, and he responded by growling and kissing her back...then lifting her up and carrying her straight to the bedroom, where, after lots of foreplay and lube, he slid into her from behind without any problems and fucked her hard until they both cried out.

  It was unfair, really, that he got to be Mr. Perfect Son and be so good at sex.

  Afterward, she snuggled up to him again, relishing the luxury of having a man in her bed. Sebastian was about five-ten, and solid. Not solid muscle, no, but she loved his strength.

  “The other day,” she said, “I was masturbating, and I thought of you the whole time.”

  His eyes darkened. “Did you use your toys?”

  She nodded.

  “Good girl.” He paused. “Do you like when I say that? If not, I won’t do it again.”

  “I like it.” It reminded her of the fact that she was younger than him, that he’d known her when she was just a girl—and that seemed delightfully wrong.

  But it’s not wrong now, she told herself.

  “I considered sexting you,” she said.

  “Yeah?” The corner of his mouth quirked up. His smiles were often lopsided, and for some reason, she liked that.

  “But I didn’t know if you’d be into it.”

  “I’d be into it.” His voice was rough.

  “Ooh, you know what would be fun? We could have a code word that either of us can use when we want to sext. Then the other person can reply yes or no, if it’s not a good time.”

  “Bubble tea,” he suggested.

  “No, that’s confusing because you might actually want bubble tea one day. Unless you hate it.”

  “Of course not. I miss it, actually. It’s one of the things I miss about being in the Vancouver area, where I could get any Asian food or drink I wanted.”

  “But you came back.”

  “I came back.”

  His arm was around her, and he was absently—or perhaps not-so-absently—running his hand over her side.

  “You didn’t want to live in Ashton Corners, though?” she asked.

  That was his hometown, fifteen minutes from Mosquito Bay.

  “Ha,” he said. “Have you met my parents?”

  “You think they’d be surprising you with visits every day?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She could imagine it, yeah.

  “You wanted to be close but not too close,” she said.

  “Exactly.”

  “That’s what I wanted, too. Close enough that I can easily visit, but far enough that I won’t run into them at the pharmacy when I’m reaching for a box of condoms. Far enough that they won’t barge in with chicken soup the instant they learn I’m sick.” She paused. “My mom called right before you came. She was surprised I wasn’t going out tonight, and since I didn’t want tell her about my plans with you, I said I wasn’t feeling well. And then Dad, Ah Ma, and Ah Yeh all insisted on talking to me.”

  Sebastian laughed. “My parents bought the house next door.�
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  “Your parents what?”

  “The house next door was for sale, so they bought it last year. They did a bit of work on it and heavily implied that they wanted me to move there when I was done my residency and work at a practice in one of the neighboring towns.”

  “By ‘heavily implied,’ you mean they talked about it constantly during every phone conversation.”

  “That’s exactly what I mean.”

  What a horrifying thought. Amber was speechless.

  Living next door to her parents? She didn’t know how Zach lived in Mosquito Bay—and he, at least, was a ten-minute walk away from their childhood home. Much as they liked to interfere, she couldn’t imagine her parents buying the house next door and expecting her or her siblings to live there.

  But Sebastian’s parents? Yeah, she could see it.

  Apparently he wasn’t enough of a pushover to go along with their wishes. Good.

  “Are they still hoping you’ll change your mind?” she asked.

  “Yes, but they don’t talk about it much anymore. I think they know they’ll have to sell the house. They did some work on it, and they should be able to make a little money, even though the real estate market in Ashton Corners isn’t exactly hot.”

  Amber started laughing. “I still can’t believe it. I mean, I can, but it’s just so ridiculous. They bought the house next door!”

  “Sure, sure,” he muttered. “Laugh at my misery.”

  She slid her hand up his chest. “We still need to come up with a code word or phrase. How about ‘house next door’?”

  “Amber...”

  “Fine, fine.”

  “Sonata.” Sebastian had chosen a music word, of course.

  “Okay,” she said. “When one of us texts ‘sonata’ to the other person, that person can reply ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ no questions asked.”

  They were quiet for a moment, and Amber simply let herself luxuriate in his presence. She loved sex, but she’d always loved the after-sex cuddle and conversation, too, and she was glad she could have that with him.

  Eventually, she began stroking her hand over his leg. First his shin, but then she moved higher...and inward.

  “Thank God you caught me reaching for a box of condoms,” she murmured as she grasped his cock.

  He growled and pulled her on top of him, so she was sitting on his face, and circled his tongue over her entrance.