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“Why do you think I’ve never been with anyone else, at least not seriously?”

My heart pounded. Was he saying what I thought he was? Did I even have the courage to think it, much less ask it aloud?

“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.

I thought I knew,wantedto know. But until he said it, I wouldn’t let myself read too far into it. Being wrong would crush me.

Charlie scoffed. “Jesse Turner I’ve been in love with you forever, and I didn’t see a point, until Tara, to try and build something with somebody that was never going to be the person I wanted. No, needed. Just because I have feelings for her now doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped having them for you. The same way my feelings for you don’t lessen how I feel about her.”

My entire existence tilted on its axis.

Charlie—perfect, smart, rich, tall, charming Charlie was in love with…me?

“I wouldn’t call myself all of that, but I am rich,” he said with a smirk. “And tall.”

Oh fuck, had I said that aloud? At this point, it didn’t really matter. What mattered was his words. “So you… like me?”

He shook his head and I opened my mouth to ask—but he plowed on, refusing to let me interrupt his next sentence with my lack of understanding. “I love you.”

My breath caught. “You’re sure this isn’t just about you getting close to me for Tara?”

“No,” he said, exasperated. “Why would it be? It's about you, about us, if you want it to be.”

“Of course I want it to be about us, Charlie.”

He drew me in for another kiss, his hand finding mine.

My head was spinning when we parted.

“God you’re good at that.”

Charlie barked a laugh. “So are you. How about we finish this game and get some more space rocks.”

I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, the sound light and infectious. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

We agreed the next move should be a worker, which ended up in our favor because his tool stat was high. It was fun tojust go back and forth, strategizing the best moves and finding excitement in succeeding together. It was something I’d learned to like about OVWatch, teamwork made the dream work. And winning together almost better than winning solo.

Almost.

That gave me a wicked little idea. I was hardly able to keep the smirk off my face as I naked,. “Hey, do you want to come play with me on stream next week?”

I knew Tara and I were going to do the under-the-desk stream for Glitch, and something about knowing Charlie would be there on my end, having no clue that our girl was underneath me was so hot I could barely stand it.

Plus, he deserved another stint being king og the cuck chair.

Take that, you fucking girlfriend stealer.

“Sounds fun,” he said as we boxed up the game. “Just let me know what time and I’ll jump on.”

I smiled. This was going to be fun.

The first three-fourthsof Jesse’s stream felt like agony.

I always hated being in waiting mode—that hideous state of being somewhere between knowing you needed to do the thing and actually doing it. But it was even worse when the thing you were waiting to do was suck off your hot partner while they tried to keep the secret from thousands of people.

The idea alone was so beyond hot that my white panties were nearly see-through with my wetness, the cutout in the back doing nothing to provide any coverage. Not that anyone would see it other than Jesse when I walked in, the sweet little bright pink heart-shaped plug nestled into my ass as good as a promise to let him have his way with me as soon as we were done.

And I fucking hoped he did, I was so horny that I wasn’t entirely sure I’d manage not to fuck myself on my fingers while I took my time worshiping their body.

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