Sebastian made a disgusted noise.
“You can’t tell me you don’t think this is catchy! Pop music has been focus-grouped to have as much mass appeal as possible.”
“It’s terrible,” he said.
I sang along to the chorus, making him wince.
“Ye of little musical fun,” I said with a dramatic sigh when the song was over. “What do you even listen to in the car? Let’s see what your radio is set to.” I pressed the buttons. “NPR, more NPR… all of these are the same station!”
“It’s either the news or Gregorian chants,” Sebastian said. “I have to be zen while driving.”
“We need to make your life more exciting than that!” I said, fiddling with the high-tech touch screen. “Let’s do a little hip hop, some heavy metal, and alt rock.”
“You know I have the profile saved and I can just reset it from my phone, right?” he asked, glancing over at me, a smile playing around his mouth.
“Or you can save a new profile called Amy Has Better Taste and switch over whenever I’m in your car,” I said as we turned onto my street in Manhattan.
Baxter could tell we were almost home. He started sniffing the air. He knew I was going to buy him a pretzel because that was what I always did after traveling from Harrogate to Manhattan. Though usually, that was to calm our nerves after a stressful train ride. But traveling in a swanky sports car had been way better. Still, pretzels were pretzels.
Sebastian parked a few spots away from the entrance to my little courtyard oasis. Now we were at the awkward drop-off part of the evening. Did I invite him inside? How would that even work? Would I just say, “Hey, you want to see the hovel I live in?”
Oh god, had I even cleaned?
What am I saying? Of course I didn’t clean. I live in filth.
Baxter made the decision for me, eagerly heading into the courtyard for some water.
Sebastian put an arm around my waist in a very gentlemanly manner.
Maybe the peace lily and the fig tree had scared him off.
His hand snuck lower to grab my ass then caress me between my legs. So much for gentlemanly behavior.
Sebastian whistled when we ducked under the low ceiling of the underpass through the old brick building into the courtyard.
“Did you build all this yourself?”
“Baxter helped a little bit.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?”
“He can haul things. He has a little cart he pulls around,” I said, sticking my key into the lock on the front door.
Sebastian chuckled then bent down to kiss me.
“I’ll admire the courtyard later,” he said, “but first there’s something else I want to explore.”
With that, he leaned past me and unlocked the door that led into my tiny apartment.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Well, invite yourself on in.”
“Don't mind if I do,” he said.
We kissed again, toeing off our shoes as we made our way to the tiny, slightly musty couch. Sebastian pulled back enough to make a face at the visible dust. I laughed outright at him and pulled him back in with a kiss. His hands skimmed up my body then came to rest on my tits. He cupped them, and I let out a shuddering breath, arching my back slightly.
He threw one leg over my waist to straddle me. I loved the feeling of being pinned down underneath him. With a wicked grin, Sebastian slid his hands up my shirt, cupping my breasts again through my bra. The feel of the coarse fabric being pressed into my nipples made me shiver. I half sat up, reaching behind myself to unclasp my bra. As soon as I was free, I pulled my shirt over my head.
Sebastian's eyes darkened with lust. He played with my tits, pressing them together and then pulling them apart.
