Page 63 of Full Service

“Um, well, I’m going to go stay with my girlfriend, and Meena is going to live in a tent.”

“What the hell?” I ask with a laugh. “A tent?”

“Yeah, apparently it’s real nice. I could have her shoot you a link if you want to look at that as an option.”

“Yeah, please do,” I joke, just as I hear a rumble from behind me.

Silas.

“You’re not living in a goddamn tent,” he grunts and then comes to stand near me. His hand brushes my own and that small touch sends tendrils of pleasure shooting up my arm.

“Do you have a better idea?” I ask him. “I don’t have any other options.”

Silas purses his lips, his hand fiddling with the top button of his shirt.

“You do. Of course you do.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Care to share with the class because I’m at a loss.”

“Your dad.”

“No, he lives in a trailer. Travels for work. It’s not an option.”

Silas eyes me, his eyebrows meeting.

“Fine. With me. You can stay with me.”

A snort slips out of my nose. I sound like a pig in heat.

“I can’t stay with you,” I say and then lower my voice. “Do you know how tempting that would be?” I swear, he must have no idea. I’d be humping him all fucking day long. My dick would be chafed from how much I’d be jacking it.

His eye twitches and then he clears his throat. “Yes, well, we can figure that out later. There’s no way you’re sleeping in a tent. Good fuck.”

“Yes, good fuck,” I murmur. A good fuck with him would be very nice.

Silas sighs and then motions to the apartment building. “Can you at least go in and grab your things?”

I shout over to Murph, asking him that question, and he nods.

“Yeah, you can go in. Just be careful. May end up going through the floor.”

“You are not going in there,” Silas says behind me, but I can’t just leave my shit in the apartment. I have my coursework in there.

“Yeah, well, I have to.”

He grumbles and follows me, nearly clipping my heels as we go. I kind of like that he’s following me. Normally, anyone doing this would put me off, but for some reason, with grumpy Dr. Sinclair it really gets me going. I love it.

We make it to the elevator, and I press the button. I hear a very disheartening clang inside the elevator shaft, and then Silas huffs behind me.

“We are not taking that death box. Where are the stairs?”

“Listen, old man, I don’t think your knees can handle those.”

I grin at him and he takes a step forward, making my cock twitch in my pants. Oh, he looks so delicious right now.

“I’ll show you just how good my knees are when we get back home.”

Welp, there goes my twitching cock right up to full-mast. It can sail the ocean blue at this point.

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