“Uh, hearing you say that would’ve made me come already.”

She gave me a dirty look, then pouted. “Come on. Play with me.” A dirty little grin stretched her lips. “I just want to please you.”

When she lowered her mouth to me again, her ass in the air, I put one hand on it as she took me in deep again, slowly gliding her lips and tongue and teeth down my cock and back up, again and again and again.

“Fucking hell, Skylar Nixon. If this is your first blowjob, you are a goddamn prodigy.”

She giggled, pulling me from her mouth. “You like it?”

I licked my lips and palmed her perfect ass. “Yeah.”

“Have you seen me around school?” She arched her back, batted her lashes at me. “I’ve seen you.”

“Every day,” I growled. “And every day I want you just like this. On your knees for me.”

“Really?” She smiled shyly. “Tell me what to do.”

I inhaled. “Put my dick in your mouth,” I told her. (Somewhere inside my head was a skinny, awkward teenager screaming Oh my God, you just told Skylar Nixon to put your dick in her mouth!) “Yes, just like that.” She took me between her lips and resumed the slow bobs of her head, the tight squeezes with her hand. “It feels so good when you take my cock in deep like that. I love your tongue on it.” She paused with the tip hitting the back of her throat and I groaned, lifting my hips off the seat.

“Yes, yes…” I whispered. “Fuck yes, like that. You’re so beautiful, and I’ve thought about this so many times…” I loosened my grip of her hair further and she moved her hand and head faster, making my lower body tingle and clench and burn. Oh fuck, I was close—did she really want it this way?

“You’re gonna make me come in your mouth…are you sure?” In answer, she went even harder at me, moaning and sucking and jerking me with tight, hard pulls, keeping me deep inside her mouth. Oh God oh God oh God—fuck yes! I spanked her ass hard, left my hand there as my climax ripped through me and I came in her mouth, my cock throbbing hard, my breath escaping me in loud, strangled growls.

When it was over, she swallowed and straightened up to her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Was it good?” she asked, all wide-eyed innocence and full, puffy lips.

“Uhng.” Yes, that’s what I said. Uhng.

She smiled slyly. “I hope so. I liked it. Maybe you’ll let me do it again sometime.”

“Maybe.” Grabbing her jaw with one hand, I pulled her face to mine. “You. Are. Very. Naughty.”

Her eyes gleamed with blue fire. “I was naughty, wasn’t I?”

I kissed her lips. “Yes.”

“It was your fault. Wearing that suit and coming to surprise me that way.” She buckled herself in while I did up my pants, and as we drove the short distance to the cabin, I kept looking at her legs…and her shoes.

It gave me an idea, something I’d always wanted to try but never had the nerve to attempt because of who I was. But Skylar was different.

She understood me.

“Are you hungry?” he asked once we got inside.

“Sort of.” I slipped out of my coat, setting it and my purse on the couch. I had no idea if I was hungry—my stomach had been doing all kinds of crazy acrobatics since he’d walked into that reunion.

He went into the kitchen, flipped on the light and started rummaging around in the fridge. “Will you eat if I make something?”

“Sure. You cook?” Surprised, I went over to the little breakfast bar and sat on a stool.

“Yes.” After washing his hands, he pulled out a carton of eggs and a green bell pepper. “Are you impressed?”

I nodded. “Definitely.”

“Good.” He pulled two small tomatoes, a bag of shredded mozzarella cheese, and a package of bacon from the fridge. “Do you cook?”

I pursed my lips. “I’m more of a sous-chef.”

He grinned and grabbed milk, butter, and a bag of basil from the fridge before closing the door. “You can help.”

“OK.” Excited, I joined him in the kitchen, washing my hands at the sink. “What should I do?”

“Can you chop the basil and slice the tomatoes?”

“Sure. Knife?” I looked around for a knife block but didn’t see one.

“They’re in the cupboard above the fridge. I’ll get you one.”

“Why the hell are they up there?”

“No reason.” He opened the cupboard, and I saw the block tucked inside it.

Liar.

“Hey,” I said. “Bring the entire block down.”

He froze.

“I mean it. Get the whole thing.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose a second, but then he reached in and lifted the block down, setting it on the counter.

We both stared at it.

I pulled out the biggest butcher knife he had. “Take it.”

Grimacing, he took it from me and held it in his hand.

“Are you going to stab me?”

“No.”

“Good. Are you going to stab anyone, ever?”

“No.” He stared at the blade. “No, I’m not.”

“Then why do you have to keep your knives way the fuck up there?”

He shrugged. “Old habit.”

“Well, break it. If I ever come over to cook again, I need to be able to reach things. I’m high-cupboard challenged.”

He handed me the knife, taking a breath. “You’re right. I’ll move them down.”

“Thank you.” I located a cutting board and got to work, while he melted some butter in a pan on the stove.

“Did anyone ever tell you,” he said, “you’d make a good therapist?”

I laughed. “No. But I’m glad you think so.”

“Hey, do you like champagne?” He opened the fridge and pulled out a long-necked green bottle. “My brother and sister-in-law got me this when the cabin was finished and I never opened it.”

“I love it,” I assured him. “Pop the cork.”

• • •

Sebastian had no dining table, so we ate Caprese omelets and drank champagne sitting next to each other at the breakfast bar, a lemon beeswax candle burning between us.

“That smells so good. I’ve got to get your sister-in-law’s information,” I said between bites. “Don’t let me forget.”

“I saw her yesterday. She gave me some samples and a card for you. Oh,” he said, as if he’d just remembered something. “I have something else for you too.” He set his fork down, stood up, and reached for his wallet, which was on the kitchen counter. “Here,” he said, handing me a business card.

“What’s this?” I took it from him and studied it. “Abelard Vineyards, Mia Fournier.”

“I met her and her husband yesterday at the office. My brother Malcolm is helping them settle a property line dispute.” He sat down again and resumed eating. “They’re new owners in the last couple years or so, and they’ve expanded. She’s pregnant, and she’s looking for an assistant. Someone to help with the tasting room and special events.” He glanced sideways at me. “I thought of you.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “Thank you. That’s so sweet.”

“He said she’s picky, but I know she’d like you.”

My heart sank a little. “Picky? I bet she wants a college degree. Or more experience.” I set the card down and picked up my champagne.

“Her husband didn’t say anything like that. He just said she’s choosy about who works there. You should call her.”

I bit my lip, bubbles lingering on my tongue. “You think so?”

Sebastian set his fork down again, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, kissing my lips hard. “I know so. Who wouldn’t adore you?”

A blush crept up my chest. “It does sound perfect. I’ll think about it.”

• • •

When we’d finished eating, we poured the rest of the champagne into our glasses and went out on the patio. This time we shared one of the Adirondack chairs Sebastian had put together, me sitting on his lap.

“Are you cold?” he asked me, and I loved the way his forehead wrinkled with concern. “I’m sorry. I’m in a suit, but you have bare arms and legs.”