[Warning: Lots of dirty talk and... cough. Don't read if it bothers you!]

His hands flew up to his belt buckle, which he quickly undid. He slid his belt off through the loops and tossed it aside, eyes still roaming over her body hungrily as he did. He carefully stepped out of his black dress pants (which she had bought for him) and then folded them and set them down on the chair.

Apparently, Mo Qingchen liked wearing boxers and he looked damn good in them. The ones that he was wearing at that particular moment were black and just tight enough.

"Ball is in your court, Qian Meng," he said softly, eyes fixated on her breasts once again.

Silly Mo Qingchen. Did he really think that she was about to just strip down naked in front of him? She didn't care about her bran and panties. It covered more than her bikinis.

He had seen her goodies for free a few times, but never together. That was a novelty he still had to earn.

She hummed, biting her lip thoughtfully and playing with the waistband of her panties. "What to take off first…" she mused, raising one hand to tap her chin. Mo Qingchen heartlessly leaving her high and dry gave her enough courage and motivation to make him roll on the floor with desire.

But she was a lady. She would be classy about it.

"The bra," Mo Qingchen interjected quickly. "You should definitely take off the bra." His voice was insistent but strained.

"Oh, I should?" she asked innocently, thoroughly amused.

"Yes," he answered before licking his lips sensually. If it wasn't for the current situation, she might have burst out into laughter at the sight.

She slowly walked over to him and stopped right in front of him, so that they were standing inches apart. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. He looked down at her expectantly.

"Close your eyes," Qian Meng spoke softly.

He swallowed and then surprisingly, he obeyed her. His eyes fluttered closed and she smiled contently.

"Keep them closed," she instructed.

She lifted both her hands, her left going to rest on his shoulder and the right moving higher to trace his bottom lips with her finger. Then, she slid that finger down, tracing across his prominent jawline and down to his collar bone.

She continued tracing a path down his chest and then right down the defined line that ran down his abs. When her finger reached the waistband of his boxer briefs, she paused and let her hand linger there, toying gently with the elastic.

And then she turned and ran to the pool. She did a cannonball into the water, leaving Mo Qingchen standing there with his eyes closed like a fool.

By the time she swam back up to break the surface, Mo Qingchen was already standing at the side of the pool, glaring at her.

"I never took you for a cocktease, Yun Qian Meng. I guess I was wrong."

"Oh, come on. Don't get your panties in a bunch," she answered, rolling her eyes.

"That was cruel," he responded, although he seemed o be suppressing a laugh.

"You think so? Why don't you come in and teach me a lesson then?" she challenged, plashing some water up at him.

"You're going to get it now!" he growled before lithely diving into the water.

She squealed when he swam right over to her, gripped her thigh, and pulled her over to him. As he broke the surface of the water, he pulled her, still by her thighs, over to him until her legs were wrapped around his waist.

"I guess I should say sorry," she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But you should have seen your fa—"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as his lips cut her off, kissing her forcefully. He was starting to make a habit of it.

Curiously, kissing him back felt natural. Maybe it was because the few times they had kissed had all resulted in long and lengthy make-out sessions and more. Maybe it was because they had amazing chemistry. Whatever it was, the more she kissed him, the more enjoyable it became. As uncharacteristic as it was for her, she submitted to him for that time.

Her hands automatically moved to his hair and she allowed herself to get lost in his kiss. She reveled in the velvety heat of his mouth. He kept his hands placed firmly on her thighs, holding her. Anything could have happened around them and she wouldn't have noticed. She was too focused on his tongue and the electricity sizzling between them.

Not good.

When he moaned into her mouth, her reaction was instinctual. She used her legs, which were wrapped around his hips as leverage to pull herself forward and grind against him. She paused and pulled back from their kiss to look at his face when she felt his hard length nestled between her legs, pressing up against her center.

"Is that a torpedo in your boxers or are you happy to see me?" she teased.

"You think my cock is comparable to the size of a torpedo? I am flattered, Miss Yun."

She rolled her eyes. "I was talking about one of those pool toys that little kids play with," she clarified, experimentally grinding against him again. Her hips were putting Shakira to shame!

He closed his eyes and swallowed.

"Do you have a snarky comeback for everything?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

"Did I hit a soft spot making fun of you?"

"Use all the sarcasm you want. You and I both know that what you're feeling is far from little. Don't even think that I forgot your eyes glistening with tears as you took my cock down your throat," he growled.

"Sure, sure," she said immediately, not wanting to linger on his words.

"This is probably a defense mechanism," he countered.

"Defense against what?" she frowned.

"The intimidation. The fear that you're experiencing at the feel of my cock. You're wondering how you will take it, aren't you?" He pressed a quick kiss at the corner of her lips.