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I nod, swallowing as he tries to compose himself. But his arms and legs are shaking and so are mine. We’re a trembling mess together. He reaches for the phone and picks it up, clearing his throat and smoothing his tie, his eyes no longer on me.

Quietly, I pull up my pants and tug on my shirt, tucking my still-aching dick under the waistband of my jeans to hide the evidence of what we just did. I want to see if Dr. Sinclair is still hard, but I can’t see his cock. He’s tucked his legs under the opening of his desk and has hidden himself from me.

Such a goddamn shame.

I want to crawl underneath and suck him into my mouth, listen to him come while on the phone.

But of course, I don’t do that. That would be insane.

I straighten my hair and wait for my body to calm down before I grab my bag and start to leave.

Before I do though, I turn around and see Dr. Sinclair watching me, his eyes dark and intent.

Fuck me. He’s so hot. I never stood a chance.

I knew it and I went for it anyways.

That night at the club changed everything.

I point to the door and he nods, running a hand across the stubble on his face while continuing to speak to someone on the phone. I don’t know who it is, nor do I care. I just want them to hang up so we can continue what we started, but I think that’s over and done with. The moment of pure insanity was broken as soon as the phone rang, and I honestly don’t know if it will ever happen again.

The thought makes me sadder than I care to admit as I pull the door open and stride out.

It’s fine. I can hope for more, can try again another time.

If he broke this time, he’ll break again.

I’m sure of it.

Chapter Six

Silas

“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” I ask Lee as we sit outside his small apartment at the home, catching some rays. There’s a storm coming in soon and the forecasters have been warning about potential flooding in some counties. But I’m not worried. California has some nice drains that flow rainwater right into the ocean.

“There’s a sensual ribbon dance being held here. And my son refuses to join me, and my grandson is far too busy, so I’m asking you to be my wingman.”

“Humph, third choice now?”

“Don’t be so sour. You’re my last hope.”

“Jesus,” I murmur. “And what the hell even is a sensual ribbon dance?”

“We fling ribbons around while grinding on our walkers.”

My eyebrows fly off my face. “I’m not grinding on any walkers. That’s indecent.”

I don’t know what I’m talking about. Walker sex is nothing compared to sticking my face in Everly’s ass and licking his butthole.

Fuck. There’s a thirteen percent chance I won’t be fired for that.

I need to get my shit together and behave.

I won’t do that again.

Yes. Exactly. Never again. Easy peasy.

“You won’t use a walker. You still have good knees. You can bend over all on your own. Me, on the other hand, I need some help in that area.”

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