No Rush, We Have Time - Chapter 3

Dinner was at a very discreet private club.

The interior was elegant.

A staff member led my assistant and me to our room.

And there was the one person I didn’t want to see right now.

Qi Yan.

He looked up the instant I stepped inside and gave me a little smile.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms.

There was something both casual and brazen about him.

The man beside him was saying something with great enthusiasm.

I stood in the doorway for two seconds.

Someone hurried to his feet and invited me to sit.

His face creased with smiles as he explained, “Mr. Lin, it’s been ages! I happened to run into Mr. Qi, and he happens to be interested in this project too. He said you two are close, practically grew up in each other’s pockets, so we could all discuss it together.”

I swallowed the words I wanted to curse him with and took a seat several places away from Qi Yan.

I kept up appearances and made polite conversation.

Dinner went smoothly enough.

Until it ended and everyone started getting up to leave.

Qi Yan appeared behind me without a sound.

His fingers trailed down my back as if by accident.

My breath caught. When no one was looking our way, I shot him a vicious glare.

Qi Yan smiled without a trace of guilt.

The others left.

My assistant went to get the car.

Qi Yan stood beside me, his shoulder touching mine, watching the traffic in front of us.

“My place?”

“Fuck off.”

He smiled, unbothered, and glanced at his phone.

“Tell you what. Let’s bet on whose driver gets here first. Whoever wins gets to decide.”

Barely two seconds after he finished speaking, a car pulled neatly to a stop in front of us.

“…”

Qi Yan put a hand on my waist and steered me toward it, his touch seemingly gentle but actually firm.

He tipped his head toward my ear and murmured, “You wouldn’t want someone filming us wrestling on the street and putting it online, would you, Mr. Lin?”

I had no choice but to get in.

With the driver there, neither of us spoke the whole way.

He took me into his home.

The door had barely closed before he pressed a hand to the back of my neck and kissed me.

I pushed him away with some effort.

“When did you realize you liked men?”

Qi Yan thought for a moment. “Don’t remember.”

Buttons came undone one by one.

Lips pressed against my skin.

Hot breath moved downward.

Qi Yan crouched halfway down.

My breathing grew quicker and quicker.

Then I spoke.

“Qi Yan.”

He lifted his head to look at me.

Click.

I tapped my screen a few times, then held the phone up triumphantly.

He stood, and I hid it behind my back.

“Don’t bother trying to grab it. I’ve backed mine up too.”

Qi Yan looked at my challenging expression. Instead of getting angry, his gaze grew even more heated.

He grabbed me and pulled me toward the bedroom.

I was thrown onto the bed.

His heavy body covered mine.

Qi Yan cupped my face and gave it a bite, sounding delighted.

“Want to take a few more? Look at them before bed every night. Have a wet dream about me.”

I felt abruptly defeated.

“What the hell did you learn abroad? Shameless bastard!”

Qi Yan lowered his head.

His words came out muffled.

“To stop overthinking and enjoy myself while I can.”

Enjoy myself while I could…

Qi Yan’s fingertips brushed my skin, his body pressed against mine.

I couldn’t stop trembling.

I did have a pretty strong sex drive.

But I was picky. I’d never found anyone suitable to take things further with.

So all I could do was play with a few toys at home.

Last time with Qi Yan had been wild. It had felt like a dam bursting, the flood impossible to stop.

Back home, nothing I used had felt quite right.

As if my body had been branded.

Now, the slightest touch from Qi Yan set me burning again.

His eyes clung to my body, briefly transfixed.

“You’re so sensitive.”

I gave a little huff, then sighed in defeat.

And let him drag me under in a sea of desire.

…

Another night of indulgence.

When I woke again, I thought how easy it was to go off the rails.

This was only the second time.

Seeing Qi Yan’s face no longer unsettled me nearly as much.

Until his lashes fluttered, and he started to wake.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Soon, a large hand settled against my face.

Then it slipped under the covers.

I thought he was about to try something again.

But all he did was stroke my face, press my arm, rub my waist, then squeeze my ass.

There was nothing sexual about it. As if I were a toy he couldn’t bear to put down.

I opened my eyes in resignation.

“Had enough yet?”

Qi Yan froze. The tips of his ears turned a peculiar red.

His smile remained perfectly shameless.

“No.”

His hand only grew bolder.

I slapped it away.

“Let’s talk.”

Qi Yan sat up. The covers slid down, exposing firm muscles.

I noticed a bite mark on his shoulder.

Suddenly, I remembered three years ago.

It had been a mutual friend’s birthday.

We’d run into each other, disagreed over something, and traded a few barbs.

I’d lost that exchange.

I was still stewing over it.

When the lights went out for the birthday wish, the crowd grew restless.

Neither Qi Yan nor I was the sort to get especially wild at parties.

So we stood on the edge of the crowd. I leaned against the wall; he stood a step away. Neither of us paid the other any attention.

As the candles were blown out, someone shoved him hard.

He stumbled straight toward me.

I instinctively turned, putting a hand against his chest.

Qi Yan braced his forearm against the wall behind me to steady himself.

But his lips landed squarely against the corner of my mouth.

Around that time, I’d only just begun to realize what my sexuality really was.

I was sensitive about it, jumpy as a startled bird.

And I already disliked him. Without thinking, I kicked him.

Then I scowled and scrubbed hard at the corner of my mouth.

Qi Yan went quiet for a moment.

“Was that really necessary?”

I glared at him and snapped, “That’s fucking disgusting!”