“It didn’t turn out like that,” I said, “though it came pretty close.”
The waiter brought our drink order over, and Amy toasted me. “To weddings and bridezillas!”
“And groomzillas,” I said with a grimace. “Which applies to my father. He was the reason his second-to-last wedding was such a disaster. My father was insistent that since his first wedding to my mother had been so terrible, and his second had been an ill-conceived elopement in Vegas, he wanted a dream wedding for his third. It was to be Greek-themed in the forest.”
“Like statues, Greek food, and shirtless guys?” Amy asked.
“Think more scantily clad women in togas. His new wife was not pleased when he disappeared during the cake cutting. We couldn’t find him. We looked everywhere, then one of the guests found him living out his Greek fantasies with one of the toga-clad servers.”
Amy winced. “I definitely have some cheating-at-the-wedding stories. I can’t decide whether it’s worse when the cheating happens before the ceremony or after.”
The waiter came over and set our food on the table.
“Mushroom toast, crab cakes, and cheesy potatoes for the lady and steak for the gentleman.”
“Yum! This looks amazing!”
I cut into my steak. I was about to put a piece into my mouth when I realized Amy was looking at me expectantly.
“Sharing is caring,” she prodded.
“Why didn’t you order a steak?”
“Because I wanted the crab cake!” she wailed. “I should have gotten fries. They look amazing.”
She sniffed appreciatively. “Is there a blue-cheese-and-butter sauce on that steak?”
I slid it over to her, and she cut off a piece.
“So freaking good. And not overcooked. You know me! I like my meat raw and juicy!”
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Amy
Ididn’t even set down the bag of desserts I was carrying when we got into the car before I straddled Sebastian. “I want to smear frosting all over you then lick you up.”
“I wondered why you wanted all those desserts to go,” he murmured, “but I am a little concerned about the additional steak.”
“Sex makes me ravenous,” I said.
I deserved this. It was the perfect end to a perfect day. I was going to save my home and courtyard, Tatiana loved the wedding plan I had come up with, I had been on an actual nice date in a nice restaurant in Manhattan, and I was riding in the personal car of a super-sexy billionaire with my eight specialty desserts.
I was going to have amazing sex then take a bubble bath while Sebastian fed me chocolate raspberry cake.
As we entered the penthouse, I asked, “Are you taking me for a ride?”
He looked down at me, grinning. “Trust me,” he purred, “it's going to be more screaming on a roller-coaster ride than leisurely strolling the equestrian trail.”
I shivered, and he wrapped one hand around my waist to pull me into a kiss. His touch was full of promise, and I barely had time to take in the rest of the penthouse before he led me to the bedroom. It was nice, in the overblown rich way that most fancy places were. I barely paid attention, though, as he pushed me up against the door and kissed the life out of me, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.
I remembered the way that he had made my body sing before. I kissed him again and then pulled back, grinning mischievously at him. “You promised a ride.”
His eyes darkened. “Get on the bed.”
As I turned to head there, he playfully slapped my ass, making me jump and then laugh.
He followed directly behind me, coming into my space like a predator on my heels. We were still laughing as we tumbled onto the bed together. My laughter turned into low sighs and groans as he crawled on top of me and kissed the life out of me. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I sucked on it.
