Page 63 of Icy Pucking Play

I chuckle, pulling out of her carefully.

I discard the condom, then help her down from the desk. Her legs are shaky, and I steady her with an arm around her waist.

"You okay?" I ask softly.

She nods, looking up at me with a small smile. "Better than okay."

I smile back, feeling a warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the sex. "Come on," I say, helping her gather her clothes. "Let's get out of here."

"Wait," she says suddenly, pushing at my chest. "Wait, we need to…"

A noise from the hallway makes us freeze.

The janitor's cart rolls past, innocent as can be, but it might as well be a bucket of ice water.

Sophie drops her forehead to my shoulder, laughing shakily. "Oh God."

"Yeah."

“Did he almost..."

"Yeah."

I’m trying so hard to not bust out laughing.

She smacks my chest, but she's smiling. "This is serious!"

"I am serious." I brush her hair back from her face. "I seriously think this is hilarious.”

Her smile fades slightly. "Evan..."

"I know it's complicated. I know there are boundaries and considerations and a million reasons why this is a bad idea."

"But?"

"But maybe some things are worth complicating."

She studies me for a long moment. "The feature comes out next week."

"I know."

"Lexi wants to expand it. Make it more personal."

"I know that too."

"And you're okay with that?"

I think about it. About seeing our private moments in print. About sharing parts of my life I've kept guarded for so long.

"I trust you," I say finally. "To tell the story right. To see us—see me—the way I want to be seen."

Her eyes go soft. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I kiss her forehead. "Everything is going to work out. It’s all going to be fine. Really good even."

I pull back slightly, taking in her mussed hair and swollen lips. "So..."

"So."

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