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It was difficult not to though. Taylor was sweet and funny with a ridiculously sharp sense of humour that I’d seen him use to cut men twice his size in half. And he was gorgeous too, all blond hair and blue eyes and a slim body I tried hard not to fantasise about because that was a road that led to nowhere but trouble.

“Are you coming? I have whiskey and a dire need to bitch and whine before ordering copious amounts of pizza.”

I grabbed my phone, shaking my head and chuckling as I checked my notifications just in case I had any new messages. Still nothing.

Sliding my phone into my pocket, I pulled the door open and made my way along the little corridor from my bedroom to our living room where Taylor was already curled up on the sofa. He hadn’t changed out of his work clothes—slim, dark trousers and a pale pink shirt that made him look like he’d just stepped out of a fashion editorial. He was ridiculously edible.

I could feel my dick chubbing up in my joggers and cursed myself for not putting underwear back on. I was pretty sure it was horribly obvious I’d gotten an erection just from looking at him. Fuck. This was what I got for not having a proper orgasm earlier.

There were two glasses of whiskey on ice on the coffee table, and he handed one to me as soon as I flopped onto the other end of the sofa, trying to arrange my legs so my dick wasn’t noticeable.

“I’m so glad you’re here to drink with me,” Taylor said, taking a sip from his glass. “It’ll make me feel less guilty when I inevitably drink far more than I should on a school night.”

Taylor worked for a small, rather select company that provided private tutors for either homeschooling or extra educational support. Most of his clients were ordinary, if rather wealthy, families who wanted to give their kids a leg up or a bit of extra help because they were struggling. Sometimes, the parents were members of the super-rich or celebrity elite, but most of the time they weren’t too bad either. Largely because Taylor dealt with a member of their staff instead.

But just occasionally, the parents were the living embodiment of hell spawn.

“That bad?” I shot him a wry smile before lifting the glass to my lips and feeling the familiar burn as the alcohol slipped down my throat.

“The absolute fucking worst! First, Ethan told me that I have to organise the next client-slash-tutor party, which by the way, is not in my fucking job description at all. Then I had a mother get super fucking pissy on the phone because the tutor she usually uses for her darling daughter has had to take a sabbatical because his mother has cancer, and apparently, that just isn’t a good enough reason for him to not be teaching her fucking child. Usually I’d just hand her over to Bethany to deal with, but she was out sick today because she ate some dodgy takeout and has honest to fucking god food poisoning.” Taylor took a deep breath, looking about ready to murder someone. “And that was all before lunch. I am so fucking done with today. I just want to get drunk, eat pizza, and watch porn until I pass out.”

“And it’s only Tuesday,” I said with a laugh, trying not to focus on the very last part of what Taylor had said. I didn’t need the mental images of him naked on his bed, fingers wrapped around his dick as he watched two guys fucking deep and hard on his laptop.

Nope. Not going there.

“How was your day?” Taylor asked, dragging my thoughts back from the dirty precipice they were teetering on.

“Fine.” I shrugged. “Nothing unusual, nothing exciting. Just orders and purchasing.”

I worked in one of the finance offices for Imperial College London and spent most of my day dealing with scientists and academics who wanted to order things for their various lab projects and research. It wasn’t the most exciting job in the world, but I liked working with numbers and enjoyed the regularity of it all.

“You’re so lucky.” Taylor rolled his eyes and gave me a smile that sent shivers down my spine. “I wish my days could be summed up so simply.”

“You know you could just find another job?”

Taylor laughed. “Fuck no, that would mean I’d have to deal with a whole new bunch of people, and I’ve only just gotten this office trained properly.”

“Then you can’t complain,” I said.

“Fine, fine.” Taylor sighed, draining the last of his glass. “But I’m still going to because it’s fun. I’m going to get another drink, then how about we order pizza?”

Taylor disappeared into the kitchen, taking both of our glasses. I could hear him rummaging through the freezer as he attempted to find more ice.

While I waited, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, my stomach doing a little flutter when I saw the new message notification on the Pornblr app.

mr. smithSorry, I was stuck in a meeting and had a fucking awful day

mr. smithDid you do anything fun?

thick boy in laceI tried jerking off and playing with my toys but the batteries died

thick boy in laceSo no fun for me =(

mr. smithNaughty boy! Fuck I love the idea of you playing with toys. Bet you look so good with a dildo buried in your ass

mr. smithI’d love to use some toys on you – tease you until you’re begging for it

mr. smithThen I’d fuck you so hard you’d feel it for days

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