Page 56 of The Summer Intern

Matt laughed.“Oliver and Wade?I don’t think I could think of anyone more different.”

“What about you and me?”I asked, biting my lip playfully.

Matt snorted.“We have a lot in common.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“We’re both passionate about education, about giving kids the confidence and knowledge that they need to shine.”

“You may have a point,” I conceded, smiling.“And?”

“We both enjoy kayaking.”

I burst out laughing.“That’s a stretch.”

“We both enjoy the way you sit in my lap.Like this… and like you did earlier.”He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.“And we like kissing.And fucking.”

“Nearly everyone likes kissing and fucking.”

“Still, it’s a mutual interest.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he captured my lips in a rough kiss.

“And we both enjoy the way you play guitar.Sexy as hell,” he said gruffly.

I cupped him between the legs.“And we both like cock piercings.You like wearing them, I like sticking them in me.”

He groaned, covering my hand in his and adding some pressure.“That we do.Now you’re getting the idea.”

“What else.”

"We love pastel-colored hair,” he murmured, carding his fingers through mine.“Your hair is so soft.I've been wanting to touch it since your interview.And we fucking love this underwear."He snapped the elastic waistband of my tiniest briefs.

"These old things?I just grabbed them without thinking when I packed my overnight bag."That was a lie, and I was pretty sure he knew it.I wanted to spend the evening parading in front of him in only a scrap of fabric, watching how he watched me.

"And I hope we both like tofu?"Matt's smile was small but genuine.He picked up an abandoned container."I should have asked that before ordering."

"It's delicious," I said, grinning."Oliver is a vegetarian, too, so I'm used to eating veggies."

"Well, you should eat more.You'll need your strength."

The way he ran his hand down my spine as he said that made my body heat.I deliberately picked up a piece of tofu with my fingers and brought it slowly to my mouth, maintaining eye contact as I popped it into my mouth, then licked sauce from my fingertips.His eyes tracked the movement, and I felt his body respond beneath me.

"You know," I said conversationally, "I think I'm still hungry, but not for food."

We lunged for each other, abandoning the Chinese food containers on Matt's coffee table and standing, making our way toward the bathroom.His mouth tasted like soy sauce as lifted me out of his lap, still kissing me as he guided me to the back of his house.

The bathroom in Matt's tiny home was a marvel of efficient design, but the shower was so luxurious, it seemed like a waste of space in such a small home.Clearly, Matt loved his showers.It was glass-walled and big enough for two–—or more–—with sleek fixtures, two big shower heads, and warm stone tiles that matched the rest of his home.Matt reached in to turn on the faucet, testing the temperature with his forearm.The casual domesticity of the gesture sent an unexpected flutter through my chest.

"You're staring," Matt said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Just appreciating the view," I replied, my eyes trailing over his bare chest, those nipple piercings I couldn't get enough of, and down to the waistband of his jeans where a trail of hair disappeared tantalizingly beneath the denim."You're only half-dressed.Seems unfair when I'm practically naked."

"Easy to fix," he said, thumbs hooking into his belt loops.

I leaned against the sink, unembarrassed by my near-nudity, and watched as he stripped off his jeans.His cock, still semi-hard from our dinner flirtation, sprang free, the silver ring of his Prince Albert catching the light.I hadn't known what to expect when I'd discovered his piercings, but the reality of Matt, who seemed so straightlaced, being decorated with metal in such intimate places had short-circuited my brain in the best possible way.

"Your turn," he said, nodding at my underwear.

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