Page 40 of Good Pucking Luck

“You just seem off. We’re friends. You can talk to me.”

He does that cute thing where his nose wrinkles up, and I wish he were here so I could kiss the tip of it. He clearly didn’t expect me to tell him that he can talk to me, and that makes my stomach clench. It reminds me of what he said, about not having friends for most of his life, and damn do I want to change that for him, want him to have someone who is there for him.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

There definitely is, but I feel like I can judge his moods already, and he’s not in the headspace to talk to me. But maybe if I can get him to relax… “Take off your clothes.”

His mouth drops open, his eyes like cartoon eyeballs about to pop out of his head. Of course, I laugh.

“What’s so funny? You like riling me up.” He shifts in his seat. “I’m at work. I can’t take my clothes off here.”

“You did it the first night we met.”

“That was different.”

“Why?” I ask with a smirk.

“Because it was,” he says, flustered. He seems to hesitate, then asks softly, “What are we going to do? If I did take off my clothes. Not that I’m going to, but Iamalone, and my office has a door with a lock…what the hell am I saying? Yes, my office has a door. You mess with my head.”

His response makes me chuckle. “I thought we could further test our sexual chemistry, see if it has the same results long distance. I have a game tomorrow, and something is going on with you tonight, though we’re pretending it’s not. Can’t hurt for either of us to burn off some energy.”

“I…” He’s thinking it over. I can see the wheels spinning in that busy head of his.

“If you don’t feel safe, I would never expect you to—”

“I want to,” jumps out of his mouth before I can continue.

I grin.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You”—he waves his free hand—“take your clothes off first. I have to get my lotion.”

I toss the blanket off and tug my underwear down. My dick is already half-hard, and all we’ve done is talk. “Done. We only have about fifty minutes before Mads comes back.”

His face pops onto the screen again. “You told him?”

“Um…yes? Is that bad?”

“Oh my God. I can’t believe you told your teammate to leave so we could have video sex.”

“Hey, how do you know I told him to leave?”

“Because I know you,” he huffs and disappears again. I assume he’s getting naked and locking the door. Not a minute later his cute little butt streaks across the screen, and I realize he must have set the phone up on the desk.

“Fuck, I love your ass.” I pluck the bottle of lube from the mattress, where I’d hidden it under the blanket, and pump some into my hands.

“It’s not even that great of an ass.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s fucking incredible.”

He sits down in his chair, but the desk is in the way.

“I can’t see you. Let me call you right back on my laptop. Do you have one you can use?”

“I’m certainly not going to have video sex on my work computer.”

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