“And he’s so handsome,” another added.
I dared a glance over my shoulder. Amy was glaring daggers at me.
“Ahh, shit. Guess I’m not getting laid tonight,” I said, then immediately clamped my mouth shut.
“We don’t want to cockblock you, as the kids say,” Bettina assured me. “Let’s make it a tie! With the caveat that Amy has to be a judge next year.”
“I can’t believe this!” Amy protested.
“We declare the winners of the flower-arranging contest to be Amy and Sebastian,” Bettina said, fanning herself. “I’m ready for some funnel cake.”
The crowd cheered.
“Come have your pictures taken,” Meg said, waving us over to the festival sponsorship banner.
Amy picked up her arrangement and went to stand by me.
She glared up at me. “Mine’s bigger than yours.”
“Actually,” I whispered in her ear, “mine’s bigger, and I’ll remind you later just how big.”
“I don’t know. I might need to recover from this upset,” she said.
“And I am more than happy to make it up to you, after I rub it in, of course.”
She elbowed me. “You’d better make it up to me.”
“You’re so competitive.”
“It’s not about the winning. Now I have to be a judge next year.”
“You mean to tell me you don’t want to start drinking at six in the morning to be good and marinated for the ten a.m. contest?”
“Bettina and those old women go hard.”
After the pictures were done, Amy held out her arms.
“I am eating all the festival food. But first I need to go grab a chrysanthemum donation from city hall. I don’t suppose you know any big, strong men who could help me carry several large boxes?”
“I might,” I said, following her across the street.
There were more than a couple of boxes stacked in the conference room. The scent of flowers permeated the air. It smelled like Amy’s hair had smelled as I fucked her.
I needed her. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard.
She moaned against my mouth.
My hand pushed under her skirt.
“Are you wet for me?” I murmured against her mouth.
She answered with a whimper.
My seeking fingers found her pussy. I shifted her panties aside and felt wetness there.
“Youarewet for me,” I purred, pleased. I loved how Amy regularly soaked my fingers and my dick.
“Sebastian,” she murmured, arms looping around my neck. She nuzzled the juncture between my jaw and my neck. “We could get caught.”
