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“Le sigh. You’re such a Grinch.” Milo tugged my wrist, attempting to drag me back to bed. “Where are you going?”

“To feed my cats, shower, and then off to work.”

“Boo.” Milo huffed, his surface thoughts rose, not even attempting to hide his provocative desires, and he adjusted the blanket to show his early morning bulge barely tucked by his boxers.

After feeding Carlie, ensuring she had a feast that’d allow Charlie a chance at his breakfast, I grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. The door creaked open as the shower heated.

“Thought we could conserve water.” Milo stood stark naked at full attention. “You know I’m all about the environment.”

“Hmm. I realize shower sex is a top favorite of yours, but I really don’t care for it.”

“What’s not to love? You can get dirty and clean all at once.”

I glowered, avoiding his suggestive desires that’d begun to immediately mix with my own. Dammit. My face heated, blood rushing in every direction, and I very much wanted to indulge these morning cravings. Mine. Milo’s. No. My shower was not roomy. Milo was a very fast thruster, especially when this eager, and I hated bending over and bracing against the wall while resisting the slippery shower-tiled flooring.

“It’s too cramped, and I’m not in the mood to straddle the wall.”

“Then straddle me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not levitating the entire time we… Yeah, no.”

“Who said you had to cast?” Milo tilted his head, wrapping a gentle yet sturdy telekinetic grip around me, drawing me close. “I’ll do all the work.”

A hundred touches weaved along my skin, gripping me, caressing me, rubbing every erogenous part of my body. Milo had floated a bottle of lube from the drawer as he began kissing me. Gently, he slipped his fingers inside me, readying me and teasing me with his wonderful touch.

“Oh, fuck me.” I bit my lower lip.

“Sort of the plan.” Milo pulled me close, our chests pressed together.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his thighs, grabbing his shoulders as he backed me into the steaming shower.

Water cascaded between us as Milo guided and repositioned me. I moaned, burying the noise by shoving my tongue in his mouth, kissing him.

He slammed my back against the wall, thrusting quick and sudden. I bit his lip, and he eased. As he slowed, I panted, struggling to contain all the pleasure of his continued telekinetic grip. I tugged his hair back, eyes demanding satisfaction.

We spun around the shower, water sprinkling in every direction, frozen midair by his telekinesis. Milo’s magic kept us afloat. I gripped his shoulders, lost in the twirl of our bodies, the thrusts of his hips, the splash of water, and the pure joy of Milo’s satisfied breathing in my ear. I licked my lips, tasting the flavor of my skin as he nibbled on my lower ear. Everything between us synchronized so perfectly we were one as he fucked me.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

After a blissful morning, I managed to almost arrive on time. A bus was parked in my usual spot, making way for students filing onto it for a field trip. I shuddered, putting my cigarette out and whipping into a further space. Chaperoning squirrely kids on the last day? No, thank you. It was bad enough filling the time in classes after final exams and grades had been completed. There was literally nothing to do the few remaining days before summer break, so I had become a glorified babysitter until that final bell rang.

Admittedly, I walked with a bit of a swagger to my classroom. Whether that came from the jolt of excitement Milo had left me with or the fact his morning fuck left me sore, I couldn’t tell. Either way, I hoped we’d have more mornings like this. More afternoons. Evenings. Late nights. Everything, honestly.

My students were plastered against the wall, huddled close to the door, sighs on their faces and annoyance in their thoughts.

“What are we doing today?” Gael asked, sporting rainbow-colored hair for Pride Month in his usual spiky style. Speaking of spikes, He’d even painted a few that lined his arms to represent different queer flags.

“We’re going to finish the movie from yesterday, and I brought a few more for you all to pick from.” I opened the door and reached into my satchel, proudly displaying the selection I had. Sure, a few whined over the biopics, but once they settled in, most enjoyed the films.

Gael maintained a tight, strained smile not wanting to burst my bubble that he found the movies grueling.

“Ugh.” Gael Rios-Vega, on the other hand, collapsed on top of his desk, dramatically displaying his defeat at my horrible choices. “I can’t do it again. These movies should be banned. You should be charged for cruel and unusual punishment, Mr. Frosty.”

His rooster hopped on his back, crowing loudly to share in Gael’s protest.

Fuck off, King Clucks.

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