Chast.i.ty turned to the waitress, a mischievous grin tilting her lips. "Do you serve cherry pie?"

"No, ma'am, but we do have a very good apple pie."

Chast.i.ty pouted. "Oh, that's too bad. Well never mind." She then turned to Sebastian. "There's plenty of time for cherry pie later."

The double entendre wasn't lost on him. His control had finally reached its limits. He had to get up or else explode right then and there in his pants. "Excuse me." He didn't care how it must have looked to them, but he couldn't stand it.

Chast.i.ty was going to give him a d.a.m.n stroke.

Chapter Six.

Sebastian rushed to the men's room, grateful to see it was a one-stall unit. The last thing he needed was some curious bystander bursting in while he was handling his business. Hastily, he locked the door behind him. He unbuckled his pants before shoving an eager hand inside his boxers.

Sebastian couldn't remember a time when his d.i.c.k had been so hard. As his fingers circled the rigid shaft, he sighed with relief. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd actually be driven to jerking off in a restaurant bathroom. Could there be anything more depraved?

When he finally got his hands on Chast.i.ty, he'd make her pay for the torment she was putting him through. d.a.m.n her. His fist tightened around his hardness. With a pulsing heart beating a tattoo against his chest and breath shallow, Sebastian felt like he'd die if relief didn't come soon.

Closing his eyes, he imagined pushing Chast.i.ty's thick, smooth thighs apart and sliding into her juicy p.u.s.s.y until all she could do was scream his name. He'd capture that scream in his mouth and taste the sweetness within. He bet she tasted like heaven. And to think, a couple months ago, she was the last person he ever thought could do this to him.

Impatient knuckles rapped against the bathroom door. s.h.i.t. "Give me a minute," he said hoa.r.s.ely.

The knock repeated. "Give me a minute," he barked again.

"I think I can be of some a.s.sistance," the purring sound of a feminine voice came from the other side of the door. Chast.i.ty? Should he open the door with his c.o.c.k hanging out like it was? Did he really want her to see him in this condition? h.e.l.l, this day was already weird. Why not? After all, she was the reason for his discomfort.

Sebastian stuffed his c.o.c.k back inside his pants, before unlocking and wrenching the door open, only to have her push him backward. She closed the door behind her and relocked it. "Chast.i.ty, what are you doing?"

There was a half-smile on her lips and a dangerous gleam within the depths of her dark eyes. "Shut up, Sebastian," she whispered, reaching up to cup the back of his head and bringing it down to her own.

Petal soft lips moved ardently over his. Where the h.e.l.l did she learn to kiss like that? Judging from the way she used to look, he wouldn't have thought she had that much experience in the s.e.x department, but he'd been wrong before. He wasn't able to dwell on these thoughts for long because her tongue pushed its way past his lips. G.o.dd.a.m.n she was sweet, just as he'd imagined.

Sebastian immediately wrapped his arms around the pliant body pressing against him. He reveled in the softness of her warmth. She tasted of the soft drink she'd tormented him with earlier and a unique flavor all her own. His tongue darted out to meet hers, dancing with it to the syncopated rhythm of their hearts. A burst of hot flame raced through his body, making it nearly impossible for him to stand.

Sebastian pressed his c.o.c.k against the juncture of her thighs. What he really wanted was to be inside of her, but for now, he'd have to settle for what he could get. Chast.i.ty sighed softly into his mouth, letting him know just how into this she was. The way she moved her lips over his made him think she had a lot more experience than he'd originally thought. For some reason the image of her kissing other men bothered him.

A possessiveness he'd never experienced before raced through him, making Sebastian tighten his grip around her waist. He must have squeezed too tight because she tore her mouth away and gasped for breath.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, raining kisses over her face and neck.

"It's okay," Chast.i.ty groaned.

His hands slid down her back and he placed them on her plump bottom, squeezing it, trying to get as close to her as possible. "G.o.d, Chast.i.ty. You turn me on."

One eager hand reached down to grab the hem of her skirt and raised it over her thighs. She moaned, throwing her head back, exposing the smooth column of her neck. Sebastian wanted to devour her, his lips grazing the pulse of her throat. She squirmed when his fingers dipped inside her panties. He'd never been more grateful to a woman for not wearing panty hose. When his fingers found her damp, swollen b.u.t.ton, it was like discovering heaven.

He could smell her p.u.s.s.y and he very badly wanted to taste it. Sebastian speared her c.u.n.t with his middle finger, sliding it in and out of her. "Yes, Sebastian. Just like that!" Chast.i.ty cried out, gripping his shoulders in a vise. Her eyes flickered open. They were clouded with desire-for him. It made Sebastian even hornier to know that he had this affect on her. She was so beautiful; he couldn't help brushing his lips against her slightly parted ones every now and then. Chast.i.ty smelled good. Really good. "The perfume you're wearing is driving me crazy. What is it?" he asked, rubbing his nose against her neck.

"Versace's Versus."

"Mmm, I like it."

"So do I," she laughed, her hand sliding down the center of his body, before pushing inside his boxers. When her fingers wrapped around his c.o.c.k, he thought he'd explode. He wanted to f.u.c.k her.

While she ma.s.saged his shaft in her fist, Sebastian slid another finger into her sopping wet box. He moaned. She groaned, their hands mutually satisfying each other. "I want you. I want you so bad, Chast.i.ty, that I swear I'm going to burst." His voice was no more than a hoa.r.s.e whisper.

Her fist tightened around his c.o.c.k, sending tremors of delight through his body. He shook with ecstasy. A ravenous hunger for her ripped through him. Droplets of pre-come leaked from his d.i.c.k and he knew an explosion would soon follow.

With an abruptness that took him by surprise, she removed her hand from his boxers. Then she grabbed his hand and yanked it from inside her panties. "Huh?" was all he could think to say. His c.o.c.k ached and she was standing there in front of him adjusting her clothes. Sebastian reached out to grab her, still burning with l.u.s.t.

Chast.i.ty sidestepped him, avoiding his touch.

"What the h.e.l.l are you playing at, Chast.i.ty? Come here." He reached for her again, but she backed away.

"Uh-uh. Lunch time is way past over. Remember the big deal you made about my tardiness a couple months ago? We have to get back to the office."

Was she serious? "You're kidding, right? Look at me, I'm h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l," he groaned, gesturing to his still erect d.i.c.k.

She shrugged one delicate shoulder. "Well, you seemed to be handling things just fine on your own before I showed up."

It suddenly dawned on him that she had no intention of following through. "c.o.c.k tease," he hissed.

Chast.i.ty laughed and he wanted to strangle her. "You're adorable when you don't get your way, do you know that?"

"b.i.t.c.h," he said, for lack of a better word.

"But you want this b.i.t.c.h, don't you?" She stepped closer and planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips. "It's okay, Sebastian. I still want you too. This was just a taste of what's in store. If you're a good boy, the next time I'll give you more than just a taste." With a final pat on his cheek, she sashayed out the bathroom as if she didn't have a care in the world.

d.a.m.n if she wasn't right. He wanted her and the next time he got her alone, a taste wouldn't be enough.

Chast.i.ty searched through the volumes in the law library to find the book she wanted. Months ago, if someone would have told her that she'd end up in a public restroom with Sebastian and she'd be the aggressor, Chast.i.ty would have laughed. It seemed like she had more of her mother in her than she thought.

Not knowing exactly what it was that had given her the b.a.l.l.s to walk in on Sebastian while he was in the men's room, she was pleased with herself. Her makeover gave Chast.i.ty more confidence than she ever thought she'd possess.

No longer did she get tongue-tied whenever she talked to a good-looking man. Now she walked with a spring in her step, and her head held high. The plan was going beautifully. Actually, much better than she thought it would. It was apparent to her that Sebastian was jealous of any attention she gave to other men, as demonstrated by his reaction to Kevin, and then to Jeremy at lunch.

It hadn't been easy keeping him at arm's length these past eight weeks, but she knew the longer she pretended indifference, the crazier it would make him. She could hold him off no longer. This afternoon proved that.

The plan, however, was not completely foolproof. There was no denying how he'd made her feel. Her body had ignited with flames at his touch. She couldn't remember a time when her p.u.s.s.y had been wetter. He seemed to know just how to caress her in all the right places. Seduction was the name of the game, but if she kept on this path, who would be the seducer and who'd be the seduced?

So deep in her thoughts, Chast.i.ty didn't hear Jeremy enter the library until he spoke. "Chast.i.ty, fancy finding you in here."

She let out a yelp of surprise, and whirled around to glare at him. "You scared the bejesus out of me. You can't just walk up on people like that. What if I had a heart condition?"

A dark blond brow rose in question. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Have a heart condition?"

"No, but that's beside the point. You didn't know if I had a medical condition or not. But if I had, you'd be feeling pretty sorry right about now."

His blue eyes gleamed wickedly. "Not if I got to give you CPR."

Chast.i.ty rolled her eyes. Jeremy was the kind of guy it was hard to stay angry with. "Behave."

"Okay. Okay. I've been duly chastised. So, what are you looking for?"

"I'm trying to find the volume with the Dumas vs. Impco case. Someone didn't put these books back in order when they took it out."

He moved to where she stood, reached up and pulled a thick, green law encyclopedia from the shelf. "Here you go, my dear."

She smiled, taking the book. "Thank you, kind sir. Well, I have to get back to my desk. I have a lot of work today. A couple people are out and it didn't help that we came back from lunch late."

"Actually, I'm glad I ran into you. We didn't really get a chance to talk like I wanted to at lunch with Sebastian there. Maybe we could do dinner instead?"

"Why?" The word flew out of her mouth before she realized how it must have sounded. She'd been questioning motives a lot lately.

"Why? Because I'd like to get to know you better and because the lunch I had planned for us, didn't quite turn out how I wanted it to."

"And you wanted it to turn out how?"

Jeremy went bright red before letting out a nervous laugh. "Well, uh, you're not going to make this easy for me, are you?"

While Chast.i.ty found Jeremy attractive with his blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled face that could have pa.s.sed for a young Paul Newman, she preferred the dark and brooding type, like Sebastian. Besides, she didn't need the added complication of getting involved with him when her focus was getting back at Sebastian.

She'd only agreed to go to lunch with him in the first place because Pearl was being particularly nasty earlier and she'd needed to get out of the office. She sighed. "Jeremy, can I be honest?"

He frowned. "You're going to give me the 'let's be friends' line, aren't you?"

"Well, it's not that I don't like you, I do, but..."

"But?"

"Well, I'm just not interested in any romantic involvement. You've always been nice to me and I appreciate it, but I can't help but wonder if you would have even thought of asking me out if I didn't have this makeover." She could tell by his reaction that she'd fl.u.s.tered him when he began to stammer. Chast.i.ty held up her hand to stop him. "It's okay. There's no explanation needed."

"Is it Sebastian?" When she didn't answer immediately, he rushed on. "I kind of saw the way the wind blew at lunch."

"It's not what you think."

"Isn't it? I may be slow on the uptake on certain things, but I didn't miss the state of dishevel you both returned in from the bathroom."

Heat flooded her face. Chast.i.ty was grateful that her skin tone would cover her blush. "It wasn't what you thought," she denied.

He gave her a crooked grin. "I have a feeling it's exactly what I thought. Look, if you prefer Sebastian over me, I'm okay with that. If I hadn't told you already, I really like what you've done to yourself. You can't blame a guy for trying."

She smiled back, feeling more at ease now that she knew he wouldn't push his suit. "Oh, yes I can. I'm surprised though."

"Why is that?"

"I've seen some of Sebastian's women flitting in and out of the office, so I know he likes a little variety, but I didn't know you were down with the swirl."

A confused look crossed his face. "Down with the swirl? What the heck does that mean?"

"You know, have a taste for chocolate?"

It took him a moment before understanding entered his eyes. "Oh! I get it." He chuckled. "You see? I told you I was slow on certain things. Well, to be honest, I've only dated one black woman, but that was back in college." A far-off look entered his eyes, and Chast.i.ty got the distinct impression that there was more to the story than he was letting on.

She knew it would be best to mind her own business, but curiosity got the better of her. "What happened?"

He turned his back to her with a long sigh. "It...it didn't work out. My parents..."

"Your parents didn't approve?"

"Not really. The truth of the matter is, that regardless of what my parents thought, I should have stuck by Serita's side. I was still in college though. I had it good-didn't have to get a job; my folks were paying the rent on my cushy apartment off campus and my credit card bills. To top that off, they gave me a monthly allowance as well."

"Wow, you did have it good. Your parents must be loaded."

He turned back to face her, a derisive curve on his lips. "They do okay. Anyway, when I started dating Serita, everything was wonderful until I took her home to meet the folks. They were cordial to her and smiled in her face, but I knew right away something was wrong. When she left was when they laid into me. They made it clear in no uncertain terms that if I didn't stop seeing her I'd be cut off. I...you have no idea how much I regret doing what I did next, but I broke up with her in not so nice a way."

"How old were you?"

"Nineteen. Old enough to know better."

She touched his hand in an act of understanding. "You were just a boy. We all do things in our teens that we later regret."

"I just wish I hadn't been so weak."

"You were young and scared. While I don't necessarily approve of what you did or how you did it, a lot of people would have made the same decision."

"That doesn't make it right."

"No, but at least you acknowledge your error, and that's a sign of maturity. Whatever happened to her?"

"The last time I heard, she was married with a couple of children. I guess she's happy."

"Well, things worked out for the best then."