Page 40 of Beau & Autumn

“Don’t you fix high-end computers and bugs and stuff?” she throws in, her back still to me.

I chuckle. “I have been known to dismantle a hard-drive or two in my time, and bugs I’m not so good with. This app that I’m developing with Fletcher, for example, is giving me the shits.”

She turns to look at me over her shoulder. I freeze on the spot. The look she’s giving me… It’s naughty. Devious. Like a temptress. And I’ve no idea what she’s going to say.

“Does it hurt to have a brain that works that good?”

“Very funny. I’m not really that smart. I just know how to do certain things well.”

Her eyes roam down my body for a second and I swallow hard. “I’ll bet you do.” I’m sure I hear her mutter as she turns back around.

“What are you looking for?” I finally manage. I still fail to keep my eyes off her ass. It’s so fucking perfect.

“The mugs.”

I walk toward her, reaching over the top of her head to the cupboard with the clear door. She turns her head on the side and fuck me if she doesn’t inhale rather deliberately… Why would she? “What cologne did you switch to?”

Huh?

I open the cupboard door and reach in for two cups, trying to act natural. “Uh, it’s a new Dior fragrance.”

“Mmmm.”

I frown. “Mmmm good, or mmmm bad?”

“Mmmm good.”

My dick is rock hard. She steps back a little, her ass touching my body as she brushes against my dick accidentally. Oh, no.

I place the cups down, still behind her and fuck me if I don’t inhale the scent of her coconut shampoo.

“Glad I switched then,” I say.

“It should be illegal for my best friend to smell that good.”

“How much Pinot Grigio did you have to drink?” I laugh trying to keep it light.

She shrugs. Her ass is still hovering dangerously close to my hard on. I want nothing more than to hold her.

My arms are tingling to wrap around her. Brush up against her and make her feel good.

All of a sudden, Georgia’s loud snore makes us both jump. We both burst out laughing at the same time. I take a step back.

“Oh, I forgot how bad your sister snores when she’s been drinking,” Autumn laughs.

“Tell me about it. She sounds like a deflating foghorn.”

Autumn fiddles around with the device on the counter as I walk toward the fridge to fetch the milk. “Half and half?”

“That works.” She turns to look at me. “Sure you don’t want some? How about just the milk?”

I grin. “Hot milk? Aww, I haven’t had that since my mom used to put me to bed.”

“Well, I’m putting you to bed tonight, Beauster.”

I try not to gape at her words as she slaps a hand over her mouth. “Oh, God. That sounded dirty, didn’t it?”

My dick doesn’t think so. “A little, but we’re all friends here.”

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