Page 20 of Not So Casual

“I’m sure I will,” he replies softly, following closely behind me.

“How was your day?”

“It was fun. I went out with Melanie this morning, drank some mimosas.” Tilting my head, Elias chuckles before adding, “I didn’t drink too much.”

“Melanie seems like a great best friend. How did you meet her?”

“We ran into each other. It was my first day here, and I was in a hurry. I had failed multiple times at trying to hail a cab, when finally, one slowed down in front of me. Both Melanie and I rushed to the same cab, where we bumped into each other.”

“And you’ve been inseparable ever since?” I ask, wanting to get to know him a little better.

“Pretty much. What about you? Isn’t Marcus your best friend? How did you meet him?”

“He was my college roommate. We were assigned together our first year and got along. So, we requested each other for roommates the following years after that.”

“Is he your only best friend?” Elias asks, his eyes darting around my face. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I offer a small smile, hoping he knows I don’t mind his questions.

“He’s one of them. I have another one, my cousin Oliver. He’s a few years younger, but we grew up together. Our moms are sisters, and he’s an only child, so he was over at our house many times. My family is really close. My mom and Aunt are best friends, so we’ve always done everything together. Holidays, birthdays, vacations. You’ve actually met him.”

“I have?”

“Yeah, he's come in a couple times for lunch. I’m sure the next time you see him, you’ll recognize his name. I’ll make sure to introduce you to him. He usually comes in with Samantha.”

“Ah, I love when Samantha comes in. She always brings me goodies.”

I laugh, knowing that sounds exactly like my sister. She’s always wanting to feed people, and she bakes the most mouth-watering desserts. Each time she comes into my office, she brings a variety of baked goods to pass out to everyone.

“Come on, the food is ready, let’s eat.”

We sit down at the table, eating while talking about what else we did earlier today. Neither of us brings up sex, and I like it. I really fucking like it. It’s always been easy to talk to Elias, but usually once you throw sex into the mix, things get complicated. That isn’t what’s happening here. If anything, things are getting easier with us.

Except for him leaving right after sex.

I’m determined to change that.

Side by side, we clean up the table and I put the leftovers into the fridge. Elias walks by me, and I circle my arms around his waist, pulling him against me. Running my nose against his neck, I smile when he shivers against me.

“Are you wearing the panties, Elias?”

When I opened my text earlier and saw his picture, I thought I might have had a stroke. The way I couldn’t breathe, my cock instantly throbbing. I had to relieve myself after we finished texting. He lights up a fire in me that never seems to diminish. I’m always wanting him, yearning for him. Burning for him.

He bobs his head wildly, grinding his ass against my cock. I hiss and grab his hip, rubbing him harder against me.

“Show me.”

Stepping away, he begins to head toward the living room when I quickly grab his hand and drag him in the opposite direction.

“No. I want you in my room. In my bed.”

“Okay,” he says breathlessly.

We walk into my room, and I take hold of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Leaning down, I smash my mouth against his. He opens for me easily, like he was made for me. I’ve never been much of a kisser, but again, none of them were ever Elias. My hands slide into his hair, and I tilt his head, deepening our kiss.

Reaching my hand down, I flick open the button on his jeans and shove my hand inside. Lace rubs against my fingers and I moan, loving that he wore his panties for me.

“Such a fucking good boy. Wearing your panties for me.”

His eyes darken and a whimper escapes his lips as he tries to hump my leg.

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