Page 82 of Full Service

I feel lighthearted and happy.

I should have given in ages ago.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Everly says, his lips brushing against my neck.

I pull him up against me and drag my hands down to his ass. I squeeze those globes roughly.

He took me so good.

So fucking good. Each time.

“How did you sleep?” he asks as he threads his hands through my hair.

“Good.”

“Because I slept with you?”

When I don’t answer, he chuckles. “I know it’s because I fucked your brains out and then slept in your arms.”

It’s true. I can’t even lie about it anymore. To him or anyone else.

I sigh and then roll him onto his back, my body on top of him.

“Shut up about it, Mr. Winslow.”

He groans as I grind our hips together.

“Don’t make me change my mind about this.”

His hips meet my downward thrusts with some of his own.

“You won’t. Now that you’ve had a taste, you won’t go back. You need it too much.”

“Mm, seems I do. I need it.”

“You need me.”

I pause and then admit. “I need you.”

He looks smug beneath me, so I wipe it off his face by sucking his cock down my throat.

It works perfectly.

At work, I try to remain professional, but it’s damn hard when all I want to do is strip my TA down and fuck him.

Or have him fuck me.

I wouldn’t mind bending over this desk of mine and letting him stick his dick inside of me. I even may have snuck some lube inside of my bag just in case the opportunity presents itself.

“What are you thinking?” Everly asks, his voice low as he closes the door after office hours are over.

I adjust my tie and meet his gaze.

“Nothing we need to discuss here.”

I hear the snick of a lock and his eyes flash mischievously.

“Absolutely not,” I tell him as he stalks toward me.

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