Page 211 of The Sidekick

“Yes,” I whisper back.

The devilish grin he gets makes my heart race.

“So sweet, angel.”

He sits up until I can’t see him again. I blink at the floor in shock and a deep, aching arousal. To finally have Max? With permission? No more fantasies, no more wondering what it would be like. With Asher’s support.

Oh crap. He has to be quiet, though. This is never going to happen.

“Tera has agreed, so I’ll give you a new rule, Max.”

“Great,” he grumbles. “Do I have to wear a blindfold now?”

“Not at all,” Asher chuckles. “All you have to do is be quiet and get your reward.”

“This one needs to be clear cut,” Trevor’s tone turns angry. “He isn’t yours to play with.”

“I know,” Asher says easily. “Tera is mine. This is for her. He has to earn it, though.”

“Okay,” Max says in renewed determination. “Hit me with it.”

“If you can be quiet for the rest of the session, you get to fuck my angel’s sweet pussy.”

Max chokes on air behind me. I wince at the sound. We both know he’s never going to make it. Talking back is his go-to.

“Trevor?” Max’s voice is tight, like he’s struggling already.

“Interesting,” Trevor’s chair creaks as he leans back. “I’m assuming all the other rules still apply to me?”

“Yes. If he makes it, you can touch her. If he doesn’t, it’s your loss. Again.”

There’s silence behind me.

“Seiza.”

I ease back into the kneeling position.

“Take your time,” Asher tosses out with a smile. He turns to me. “Uttana Shishosana. Extended.”

Oh, that’s dirty. I bite my lip again as I get into position. It’s a little awkward, considering how much of my body is showing.

I get to my hands and knees and lower my chest to the floor. My arms extended in front of me again. My hips are raised high as my knees press together.

“Good,” Asher whispers and runs his hand down my spine again. This time, he doesn’t stop at my lower back. His hand smoothes over my buttocks, fingers skimming lightly over the crease, and sinks toward my core. He uses his fingers to open me so they get an unrestricted view.

The cooler air is a welcome relief to the heat that’s been building inside me. I feel like I should be embarrassed, but all I can think is how erotic this must look. How confident I am with his hands on me. He thinks I’m beautiful enough to show off. Letting me live a fantasy while keeping me tethered to reality.

“Trevor?” Max’s voice shakes this time.

“Do you think you can make it?” Trevor chuckles breathlessly.

“Yes.” The firm assurance does nothing to make me believe it.

“It’s fine with me, babe. If you fail, I can always fuck the depression out of you. Or I could keep your punishment going for making me miss the show.”

“Double or nothing,” Asher chuckles.

“I accept.”

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