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His eyes lit up and I swear he purred. “So you’ll join me?”

I put my hands up and went to the dining table. I needed to put some distance between us, and it helpedthat he couldn’t see my semi-hard dick that these stupid lounge pants did little to hide. “No. I have work to do.”

He sighed petulantly and even stamped his foot, but then his phone rang. He answered it, looking right at me.

“Fitch, Nolan’s being mean to me,” he said.

I scoffed. What the fuck?

I heard Fitch say something, but Benji shook his head. “No, no. He’s just being mean. He won’t spend the day in bed with me.”

I heard Fitch laugh, then he said something else.

“My back’s fine . . . Yes, of course I tried pouting . . . And what? It didn’t work . . . Nothing. He still said no.”

Oh, dear god.

If only he knew how on edge my body was. How my balls ached and how my dick was only one more of Benji’s pouts away from being a full hard-on.

Working from home had been a very bad idea.

“I’m going to watch a movie,” Benji said. “Pretty Woman, because you know, real life imitating art and all that.” Then he paused by the table and looked at me. “Though I’m sure Richard Gere’s character railed the hooker he was paying to stay with him for a week.”

Jesus. He was just saying this out loud?

He wasn’t even hinting anymore.

He wanted me to rail him?

Benji sniffed and went to the couch where he picked up the remote and lay down as the TV came to life. No longer paying any attention to me, having a mumbled conversation with Fitch.

My mind was still stuck on what he’d said—on theme-railing-him part—while my dick was very much on board, my eyes were having a blinking contest with the cursor on my laptop screen.

I couldn’t believe what he’d said.

My phone screen came to life with a text from Dominic. It was a good distraction to kick my brain into gear. I picked up my phone, ignoring what Benji was saying.

Dominic’s text was blunt and to the point, just like him.

Everything okay?

I thumbed out a quick reply.

Yeah. Just not feeling great.

Which was a lie... Or maybe it wasn’t. I was feeling... some kind of way. Mostly confused, somewhat enamoured with the sassy guy on my couch with the full pouty lips who wanted me to rail him, and definitely aroused.

Yes, definitely aroused.

All while I wasn’t feeling not great as I’d lied to Dominic, I was certainly feeling the most alive I’d felt in a long time.

The fun, the company, the excitement.

The prospect of giving Benji what he wanted...

This was not going to end well.

I slid my phone onto the table, put my headphones in,and tried to block out the world as I busied myself with actual work. I had reports and data for depositions to do, and it was good to be productive.

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