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I don’t hesitate, just flip him back onto the couch seat and squirt lube on his cock.

And without any prep, I sink onto his hard length and rock my hips, the sting making me cry out as he splits me open.

But fuck, I love the pain of it.

Love that tomorrow I will wake up and feel what he did to me.

How he destroyed me.

Silas’s back is bowed off the couch, his eyes shut as his hands scramble for purchase.

And after one minute of fucking, our hips meeting in loud slaps of skin and sweat, he releases into me, filling my ass up with so much cum that I know I’ll be leaking for the rest of the night.

I fall onto him, our sweaty, slick bodies melded together as I nuzzle my face into his neck.

“So, about that sextigation,” I say, and Silas huffs a small laugh.

“Still a hypothesis. Still need to collect more data.”

“Agreed,” I say as his cock slips from my hole. I feel his release drip from me as I wiggle on top of him, loving when his hands come around my back and hold me close, cradling me in his arms.

“We can resume tomorrow. Not at work though.”

“Aw, but Dr. Sinclair, there’s a lab at the university and I really want to see you in a white lab coat.”

“I can arrange that at home.”

“With the goggles?”

He rolls his eyes, and I lean up and kiss him.

“And with safety gloves and a beaker. I want the entire setup.”

He laughs and then rolls us onto our sides, his body pressed against mine.

“That, Everly, can most assuredly be arranged.”

Chapter Sixteen

Silas

Well, I didn’t realize I could be so happy. Who knew that I just needed an Everly in my life to make me smile? My mouth doesn’t know what to do with itself. It positively hurts.

But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. It’s only been a few weeks since this all started, but fuck, it’s all gotten so much more intense since he moved in and started sleeping in my bed. I love coming home and knowing that I’ll get to see him. Even if it’s just for a little while late at night.

Some days he works late at the club, and I end up dozing, trying to wait up for him. But when he has those late nights, he sneaks in and slips into bed beside me, pressing kisses to my shoulders and neck.

How I ever thought I could keep this professional is beyond me.

Everly is addicting.

I would snort him like a drug if I could.

“How about we go away this weekend?” Everly suggests. “We could go to Monterey Bay and go skinny dipping in the sea.”

“I can’t. I have plans,” I say, feeling my stomach drop at the missed opportunity. No, I wish I could go away this weekend, but sadly this weekend I have that ungodly ribbon dance with Lee. I can’t cancel on him. I just fucking can’t do that to him. He’s been so looking forward to this.

God knows why.

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