Page 33 of The Sidekick

I shift in discomfort. My body is pressed into my mattress, and something is crushing me into it. I wiggle again, trying to get my face out of my pillow to take a deeper breath.

“Stop squirming,” a voice grumbles sleepily into the top of my head, and I freeze, trying to place it.

“I didn’t say turn into a block of wood,” I hear a soft chuckle.

“Max?” I whisper in confusion.

“Who else would it be?” He sounds disgruntled as he asks, maybe even jealous, and I get confused as my body relaxes back into his.

“Nobody? Where am I?”

He shifts behind me, and I’m suddenly very aware of his erection nestled firmly against my butt.

“The office. Do you not remember coming here?”

“Oh, yeah,” I remember the drive and everyone coming inside. I kind of spaced after people started getting rude. It’s hard to focus on that when I’m willing myself not to rub against him.

“You needed a nap, and I’m your sleeping buddy.” I can hear the smug tone through his grin.

“Is that like a body pillow,” I tease and giggle quietly. “Those don’t tell me to stop moving around.”

“Now that I know you’re actually awake this time, move all you want.”

That sly tone is so tempting. What would he do if I actually did push my hips back a little?

“Don’t pretend to be asleep now,” his lips brush against the shell of my ear, and a shudder works down my spine as he speaks. I feel teeth gently close over my lobe and suck in a breath as I try to hold still.

“I can’t do this,” I protest weakly as he bites down a little harder.

“Why not?” His voice gets rougher, and his hips press firmly against me before retreating again.

“You and Trevor,” just saying his name sobers me a little out of my horny daze.

“What about us?” Trevor says from behind me, and I freeze up again. Max doesn’t stop sliding himself against me as he waits for me to speak.

“You’re together,” I squeak out and try to press myself into the back of the couch to get away. I wish this was a wardrobe to Narnia so I can escape this awkward situation with a shred of dignity. If Max would just stop for a second, he might realize his dang boyfriend is right behind us!

“Yeah, we are,” Max agrees, proving that he is fully aware of Trevor’s location and doesn’t care because he’s an idiot.

“Max, stop,” Trevor says in that dark voice, but Max ignores him.

“It’s not like Trev is going to protest, bebé,” he says clearly.

Max sucks in a sharp breath as his head is jerked away from mine, followed by a heavy groan as his hand grips my hip firmly, pressing me further into the couch as his hips shift forward again. I can feel his pulse throbbing through his erection despite whatever is happening back there.

“What did I just say,” Trevor’s voice sounds like he’s hovering over us.

“To stop,” Max grits out, and I frown in concern.

“Please don’t hurt him,” I curl my shoulders with a wince. “He’s stopping.”

“I’m not stopping,” Max laughs and thrusts against me again.

“This is what I deal with daily, babygirl,” Trevor says with a strange tone that I don’t recognize. It’s as if he’s irritated and happy at the same time.

“I’m sorry?” It comes out as a question because he doesn’t sound angry about any of this, which confuses me.

“Would you feel more comfortable with him if I left?” Trevor asks me, and he’s back to his usual kind tone just that quickly.

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