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Max’s eyes widen at the dark tone from a different source.

“So, let’s get home, Trev,” he says nervously. “I don’t want to get thrown around in here. That yoga mat isn’t going to soften shit when he slams me on the floor.”

“He’s in my class,” Asher reminds me before I can panic.

My arms drop from around Trevor. He looks angry about the move but I keep my smile. “Tomorrow is a new day.”

His head tilts as he glares. “It is. Get some fucking sleep so we can get to it.”

This command is right up my alley.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Tera

We go out the side exit like thieves and Asher takes my keys out of my purse. I don’t argue about driving. It’s nice to be driven around and not stress about traffic or missing a turn.

I fasten my seatbelt and turn my body to watch him drive. He gives me an amused glance but keeps his focus on the road.

“You have to be exhausted,” I say quietly.

He shrugs, “I’m a little tired. But I took tomorrow off so we can sleep late.”

It’s so strange and wonderful to hear that. It feels like we’ve been together forever, having a conversation that any couple would at the end of the night.

“Does it feel like we’ve been dating for a lot longer to you or is it just me?”

“It isn’t just you,” he looks at me in surprise.

“Can you imagine what it would be like living together?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. I want to scoop them back up and swallow them immediately.

“I have,” he doesn’t hesitate for a second as he responds.

“Really?” I’m not sure where to go with that.

He gives me a dark smile and reaches across the center console to grip my thigh. He squeezes in a way that shortens my breath.

“Let’s see,” he muses, his fingers shifting to slowly pull up my skirt. “I’d get home from work and you’d be there already. Waiting for me with the sweet smile you get when you’re excited.”

His fingers squeeze again and my attention goes to his hand on my thigh. The skirt is high enough I can see that I forgot my panties somewhere in Trevor’s office. My thighs press together to keep his fingers still on instinct. It makes no sense because I want him to keep going.

“Open,” he says darkly. His fingers flex, pushing my thighs apart and I swallow as I spread my knees.

“If you weren’t in the living room you’d be in bed. I’m thinking I’ll lock the closet so you can’t get dressed unless I’m there with you.”

My eyes widen at the thought. I’d spend my entire time naked if he did that. There’s no way he would let me get dressed even if he was there.

“Won’t it get old?” I whisper.

His hand pauses as he glances at me.

“No. Not between us. Besides, this is more of a fantasy. Reality will be different.”

“How so?” What he was describing sounded good. I think I’m going to have to get comfortable with constant nudity either way. I wonder if he’d return the favor?

“I’d get home from work and Max would probably see me first and talk my ear off. Trevor would be pouting on the couch because he’d know he couldn’t touch you after I’m home unless I said he could. If you weren’t there to greet me, I’d find you. I’d make you cum before dinner. During it, too. Just to make them watch. Then we’d snuggle on the couch or in bed while Max bitched and forced his way in. Tell each other about our day. You’d go to bed wherever you wanted and we’d get up the next day to start all over again.”

The picture he’s painted makes my breath tremble for a different reason. It sounds perfect to me. He even added Max and Trevor. Not as an afterthought. As if they’re a complete part of the package in his mind already and he can see the future.

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