Page 127 of Maybe We Can Fake It

He’s right, though at this point, I’m so far gone that I’m not sure I care if anyone hears us. I just need to come.

We haven’t made it a habit to fuck in my office, but I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I’ve gotten so intimately acquainted with my desk. One of my favorite times was when he laid me across it, pushed my knees up toward my shoulders, and ate me out like I was his last meal.

As he trails kisses up my spine while continuing to stroke me—the sweetness in total contrast to the harsh way he’s driving into me—my legs begin to tremble.

“I’m close, I’m so close,” I tell him desperately.

“Me too.” His voice is right by my ear now, the huskiness making me shiver. “Your ass feels amazing squeezing my cock. Gonna fill you up as soon as you come for me.”

Those dirty words and one flick of his wrist over my cockhead are my undoing. I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I shoot off into his hand.

He tries to catch it all so we don’t make a mess of the desk, but I think he’s distracted by his own orgasm. He bites my shoulder in a primal way as he fills my ass with his warm release, and then he drapes himself over my back, breathing heavily.

Less than a minute later, when I’m only barely regaining the use of my legs, there’s a knock on the office door. Travis and I jerk away from each other as May’s voice calls out, “Dad, are you in there?”

It’s like I’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water. Thank fucking god we were already finished, because hearing my daughter’s voice during sex...Eww, no, I can’t.

When Travis elbows me in the side, I call back, “Yes, I’m here, but I’ll be out in a minute! No need to come in.”

“Um, okay,” May says through the door. “Is Travis in there with you? I thought he’d get here before me and Grandma and Grandpa.”

“What? No! I mean, yes, he’s here, but we weren’t doing anything,” I ramble compulsively. “There’s absolutely no sex happening in here.”

“Oh god, Dad, please shut up,” May says. And the look Travis gives me says the same thing.

I cringe. “Right. Well... we’ll be right out. Go to the dining room and grab a table for us.”

“Got it,” she says. “And then we’ll never speak of this again.”

My thoughts exactly. This is mortifying for both of us. Once it’s clear that she’s left, though, awkward laughter spills out of me.

Travis shakes his head, and I realize he’s standing there with a hand covered in my cum.

“Oh, shoot,” I say, grabbing his hand and doing my best to clean him up with my tongue.

His eyes glaze over before he pulls his hand away and tells me, “Okay, I’ll leave first and go wash my hands. And then you, uh...”

He glances down at my naked body, andyeah. I can already feel the cum starting to drip out of my ass. We really didn’t think this one through. A condom would have been helpful. I’ll just have to go to the bathroom to clean myself up as much as I can, and then I’ll hope I don’t wind up walking around with damp underwear.

“Yeah, you go,” I say once he’s dressed. “I’ll be right behind you.”

As he turns to leave, I grab his wrist, and he turns back to me.

“Kiss?” I request.

His smile as he closes the distance between us tells me he’s more than happy to oblige.

By the time I get to the dining room, Travis, May, Elise, and Grant are already seated and drinking iced tea. I’m sure May’s glass is the only one that’s sweetened, because these other three are healthy weirdos.

There’s a basket of rolls on the table, and the smell lures me over. When I take the empty seat between Travis and May, Travis squeezes my side gently, then rests his hand on my leg. Sunday lunches here have become a regular thing. Sometimes Travis’s dad even joins us.

I never thought I’d have a family tradition like this, but it’s pretty cool.

Elise and Grant don’t make me anxious anymore. They just moved into their new house, and May’s been going over to decorate her room there. They made it clear that she’s welcome to spend the night any time she wants to, but they respectfully checked with me before telling her that.

And surprisingly, I love this. It doesn’t make me jealous like it would have a few months ago. I can probably thank the therapist I’ve recently been seeing for that. (Turns out therapy actually works. Who knew?)

I’m already planning on encouraging her to go over there sometimes, so me and Travis can have the house to ourselves. Because as I recently and embarrassingly learned, the walls of my house aren’t particularly thick. It’d be nice to let Travis fuck me so hard I scream the roof off. Or the other way around, I’m not picky.

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