Page 9 of Shared Spaces

“Mmmhmm…It was pleasant to picture you naked during my classes today.” He groans, stepping a little closer to me.

“Ha! Now you know how I feel,” I tease, leaning over the counter and purposely pushing my ass out so he notices.

“If you keep sending them, I’ll make sure I start on the highest level. Every.Single.Time.” He threatens, narrowing his eyes at me.

Oh my God.

“I-I have to meet Mila in a few minutes, wanna come with?” I try to break the sexual tension in the air, even though I had everything to do with it starting.

“Yeah? What are you two doing?” He asks, taking a large bite of a muffin.

“The usual; drinking coffee and talking about dicks—”

Jay spits his muffin out, laughing to himself while covering his mouth so no more will come flying out.

“You’re unhinged,” he says after finally catching his breath.

“You’re the one who said no secrets—remember?” I chuckle, heading toward the door to meet Mila outside.

“Have fun. Just remember, Mila’s never seen my cock before—she might get jealous.” He says, swallowing the last bite of his muffin.

“Who says I’ll be talking about yours?”

I can play games too, Jay.

With that, I quickly slip out the door, not allowing him to say another word. I have a feeling that I might regret saying that. I notice how uncomfortable he gets when I joke about how cute Dwight is. It’s hilarious.

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“You said what?!” Mila exclaims from the driver’s seat across from me.

“You heard me.” I laugh, tossing my hair proudly behind my back.

“Hasn’t he already made you pass out from cumming so hard?” She asks, shooting me a ‘you know better’ glare.

“Yeah—how does that have to do with this?” I ask.

“Girl. Every time you get mouthy with him he—enhances everything, for a lack of better words.” She says, shaking her head.

Fuck. She’s right.

That might have pissed him off a little.

Oops.

“Unless he plans on actually fucking me, I can handle it.” I laugh, rolling my eyes.

“Wait—what?! You two haven’t fucked yet?” Mila’s eyes nearly pop out of her head in shock.

“Nope. He say’s it’s ‘not part of the arrangement’. I don’t think he feels the same way I do.” I admit, regretfully.

Mila brings her hands to her mouth, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Shit,” she sighs, seemingly disappointed.

“Oh—he knows about the party.” I say.

“What? How?”

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