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Thank fuck he can’t hear my filthy thoughts and instead, just sinks down onto his chair as I bring him a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. I set it down in front of him along with a side salad, and then preen. It’s delicious and I know he’ll like it. I’m a damn good cook. It’s the one thing I learned from my parents. Well, I didn’t learnfromthem. I had to learn how to take care of myself at a young age because they were inept and didn’t care enough to actually care for me.

I’ve been cooking for myself since I was eight. I knew if I wanted to eat, this is what I was going to have to do. So I learned. And I’m damn good at it. I mean, I had a baby sister to take care of. I wasn’t just going to let her starve.

For a moment, I think of Amanda and wonder how she is. I should call her and see if she can chat. Sometimes she’s able to sneak away and talk, but other times, our parents are home and forbid it. They don’t want her to have anything to do with me.

Because I like men. To them, it’s a sin.

“Gonna make me eat the green shit too?” he asks, arching an eyebrow at me and pulling my thoughts away from my sister.

“If you don’t, you’ll get a spanking like the bad boy you are,” I joke, and he smiles at me.

“Oh, Avery,” he begins, his voice rough. “If anyone is getting spanked, it’s gonna be you.”

My mouth falls open and I gape at him, my dick fully hard now. He sees it too, I know he does. I mean, honestly, what did he expect? You can’t taunt horny gay guys like this. This is our kryptonite.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” I murmur, grabbing my own food and sitting down opposite him. I shift in my chair uncomfortably, trying to will my dick to go down. He’s watching me intently, stabbing at his salad with his fork.

“Sorry. You’re just easy to fluster,” he says, his hand stilling.

“Yeah, well, you say things I don’t expect and you look like…that,” I say, waving my fork at him. “Anyone would fluster.”

He grunts a laugh and takes another sip of beer. “I’m sorry. I’ll tone it down. You’re too easy to tease. And I like throwing you off your game.”

“Well, you did. Congratulations. I’m completely thrown.” As is my dick, but whatever. It can deal with rejection. It has been coping since I started working for Dean. I tell it no on a daily basis.

“Now, eat your salad,” I mutter. “It’s good for you.”

“You sound like my wife,” he grumbles and meets my stare.

“Good, she’d be glad I’m here taking care of your sorry ass.”

He chuckles at that and then says, “She’d be happy you’re here. She would love you.”

“Yeah?” I ask, and he nods, smiling softly at me.

“Yeah. Hey, you can say no if you want, but if you’re feeling up to it, how about after dinner, we go for a ride? Unless you have plans…”

My heartbeat picks up, my dick straining toward him. “On the motorcycle?”

“Yep.”

“If you insist,” I reply, acting casual when in reality I am so fucking ready. I mean, how could I say no? I get to sit behind that muscular body and wrap my arms around his waist while he drives me off into the sunset.

If that’s not romantic and sexy as fuck, I don’t know what is.

“So, I’m going to be straddling you?” I ask as I stare at Dean’s thighs in those jeans he pulled on. They’re big and thick. Just like his hands. Just like his chest.

Everything about him is perfectly edible.

I’m turning into a cannibal. I want to lean down and take a bite out of him.

“Yeah. You’re gonna have to hold on unless you want to see what it feels like to fly.”

I wet my lips, taking the helmet from him and clipping it beneath my chin.

“All right. I guess I can do this.” At least I changed into something more appropriate before getting on his bike. I’m currently wearing loose, flowy pants and a sweatshirt to keep the chill of the wind from my skin. Probably should have worn jeans. Are jeans a motorcycle thing? I don’t know but Dean hasn’t said anything so I assume it’s fine.

“You can do it,” he says as I touch his strong shoulders and throw my leg over the seat. My ass hits the leather and my hands clench for a moment before I spread my fingers and wrap them around his waist.

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