Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 26: Meet-Up Plan

"Hey, Sara... what's up?" Aeri said, her voice shifting to a bright, casual lilt as she picked up the call, swiping her phone with one hand.

She stood there by the glass coffee table, fully naked, her skin still flushed and dazzling in the soft dusk light creeping through the window. Her dark hair hung loose, and she paced a step or two, focusing on the call like it was no big deal.

I slumped back on the couch, catching my breath, my chest still rising and falling hard as I watched her—gorgeous, confident, completely unbothered by her naked state.

"Yes? No, no, I'm all okay," she said, glancing over at me with a quick pout. "I was... just exercising, that's why I'm a little tired." Her eyes flicked to mine, a smirk tugging at her mouth, and I grinned back, knowing damn well that "exercise" was a stretch.

She turned slightly, her hip jutting out, the curve of her ass catching the light, and I leaned my head back, relaxing into the cushions.

Sara's voice crackled through the phone, loud enough for me to catch the gist. "Good, you need to look after yourself if you're gonna get married—you'll pile on weight like this otherwise." Aeri's face tightened, her pout vanishing fast, replaced by a flash of annoyance. Her eyes narrowed, and her voice dipped into a whiny, almost crying tone. "I *know*, Sara! Can you stop that already...?" She let out a loud *sighhh*, running a hand through her hair, tugging it back as she paced another step. "I'm fine, okay? Lay off."

Then Sara's tone shifted, perking up. "Hey, why don't you join me for dinner? My fiancé's coming too—it'll be fun." Aeri paused, her pacing slowing as she glanced at the clock on the wall—5:30 p.m., the hands ticking steady in the quiet. She bit her lip, thinking it over, then shrugged. "Sure, why not? where should I come?"

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"Let's meet at that fancy hotel downtown—the one with the rooftop bar," Sara said, her voice bright with excitement. "Eight o'clock sharp." A beat, then she added, "Oh, and bring your baby along too!"

Aeri's eyes darted to me, a tensed smile pulling at her lips, half-amused, half-nervous. "Alright, if he's free, then sure," she said, her tone careful, testing the waters as she stared me down.

I let out a loud *humph*, turning my head away, slouching deeper into the couch. Sara—fuckin' Sara. I couldn't stand her. That drunkard friend of Aeri's, always filling her head with weird ideas, pushing her into shit she didn't need. Dinner with her and her stuck-up fiancé sounded like a headache waiting to happen.

Aeri caught my reaction, her smile widening a little, mischievous now. "Okay then, we'll be there at the hotel at 8—don't worry," she said, her voice firm, staring right at me like she was locking me in—no escape.

"Okay, okay, you too—bye," she said, her tone lightening again, a real smile breaking through as she hung up. She set the phone back on the table with a soft *clink*, then turned to me, hands on her hips, her boobs swaying a little as she shifted.

"You don't have work today, do you?" she asked, tilting her head, her voice sharp with mock suspicion.

I shook my head side to side, leaning back on the couch with a lazy grin. "Nope. I'm free," I said, stretching my arms out like I had all the time in the world.

"Okay, then you're coming too," she said, raising an eyebrow, her tone final, daring me to argue.

I let my gaze roam over her—top to bottom, taking in her naked curves, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, her nipples and glistening wet thighs where my juices leaked through—and shot her a teasing look, one corner of my mouth quirking up.

She caught it, her eyes narrowing, and grabbed my clothes from the floor—my jeans and t-shirt—and threw them right at my face.

"Now wear your clothes—fast!" she said, her voice half-laughing, half-bossy, as the fabric hit me square in the chest.

"Ouch... yes, ma'am," I said, snagging the bundle with a smirk. She rolled her eyes, turning away, and I couldn't help but watch her ass sway as she headed off to get ready.

By 7:30 p.m., night had settled in, the sky outside dark and filled with city lights. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, tugging at the collar of my black shirt, over a black inner t-shirt, paired with black jeans—sharp, simple, done.

I ran a hand through my hair, messing it up just right, and let out a quick *phew*, pulling up the corner of my shirt to check the fit. Good enough. I stepped out, boots tapping on the hardwood, and headed for Aeri's room.

"Aeri, you done?" I called, pushing her door open without a second thought, leaning against the frame.

"Aaoye!" she yelped, spinning around, clutching a black one-piece dress to her chest like a shield. She was half-naked, just black panties hugging her hips, her boobs bare and her hair spilling wild over her shoulders. Her face went pink fast, her eyes wide with panic.

"You still aren't done yet," I said, casual as hell, stepping inside like it was no big deal. I flopped onto her bed, the mattress creaking under me, and propped myself up on one elbow, watching her fumble.

"Knock, Ezra... knock..." she said, her voice tense, shooting me a flustered glare as she clutched the dress tighter, her knuckles whitening.

"Umm... does it matter anymore?" I asked, grinning, my tone light and teasing as I stretched out on her bed, kicking my legs up.

She let out a loud *sighhhh*, her blush deepening, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Still..." she muttered, shaking her head like I was hopeless.

She turned back to the mirror, slipping the one-piece over her head, wiggling it down her body. The fabric hugged her tight, and she adjusted her boobs inside, tugging at the top to settle them right, her movements quick and practiced.

I watched, quiet for a sec, then got up, stepping behind her as she reached back to pull the zipper.

"Let me..." I said, my voice low and slow, my hands finding her hips to hold her steady. She froze, her breath catching as I took the zipper between my fingers, sliding it up her back inch by inch, the soft *zip* filling the silence.

Her skin was warm under my knuckles, and I caught her eyes in the mirror—wide, pink creeping up her cheeks again, locked on mine.

"Ezra..." she said, her voice soft, almost a whisper, her hands dropping to her sides