I licked my lips and leaned back on my arms, swinging my feet over the edge of the table. “I love frosting. I want it all over my face and my tits.”
Sebastian moved so that he was right in front of me.
“I could really go for some frosting right now.” I swallowed.
“Yeah?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers through me.
“Nothing better than frosting all over two perfectly round, swollen”—I let my head roll up to give him a wicked smile—“cupcakes.”
“Those are not the words to describe cupcakes,” Sebastian said, letting out a frustrated breath.
“They are if they’re filled with cream,” I replied and nudged him with my foot. “You want to continue this meeting elsewhere?”
“Depends. Are we going to keep talking about where you want frosting?” he growled.
“We sure can. But first I want to stop by your house.”
* * *
“I didn’t thinkyou actually meant we should continue the meeting,” Sebastian said.
“I get my best ideas from nature,” I told him as we unloaded the horses. “The art trail has that traveling living-sculptures exhibit. I haven’t seen it yet.”
He glared at the horse that I had just led out of the trailer. “And I didn’t think that when you said you wanted to come by my house, you just wanted to borrow a horse.”
“Aww, did you want a pity blow job in the stables?” I joked.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and whirled me around to face him.
“No,” he said, leaning in, mouth inches from mine, “I wanted to bend you over and eat you out in the stables.”
Well then.
“That is sure going to make horseback riding more uncomfortable than I had originally planned,” I said after a moment.
“I can help you take care of that.” He gave me a slow smile.
I gulped.
“But not right now,” he added before I could truly make a terrible decision and take him up on the offer.
The horse nickered as I fastened his saddle on, seemingly laughing at me.
Sebastian held out a hand.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“I can mount my own horse,” I informed him.
“I don’t know. Might be a bit of a hike to get up there. Do you have the thigh strength?”
“I can go all night, baby,” I retorted, jumping into the saddle, then sent the horse into a canter to the art-trail entrance.
Horseshoes clopped on the pavement behind me as Sebastian’s horse caught up with mine.
“I guess you do know how to ride,” he said begrudgingly.
“I plan weddings. I ride horses,” I quipped. “Who knew that the things I claimed to be good at, I would actually be good at?”
