Page 55 of The Summer Intern

I chuckled, the movement making him whine as it shifted my still-sensitive cock inside him."Yeah," I agreed, not having the words for anything more eloquent.My brain felt pleasantly fuzzy, all my usual worries and responsibilities temporarily wiped away by the endorphin rush.

“Am hungry, though,” he muttered, still flopped against my chest.

I grinned and reached for my phone on the table, holding him close as I pulled up a delivery app.“That, I can help you with.”

twenty-two

Casey

TheflickeringfireinMatt's wood stove painted everything in a golden wash, turning his tiny home into a cocoon of warmth against the chilly evening.I nestled deeper into his lap, adjusting the fleece throw that I’d thrown over us instead of getting dressed, and stabbed at another piece of sesame tofu with my chopsticks.His hand rested casually on my thigh, those work-roughened fingers tracing absent patterns that sent little electric pulses racing up my spine.

"I've never had the tofu version of this, it's not half bad."

"It's my favorite," he said, taking a deliberately large bite, eyes never leaving mine.A drop of sauce escaped, sliding down his stubbled chin.

Without thinking, I reached out, catching the droplet with my thumb.Our gazes locked as I brought my thumb to my mouth and licked it clean.His pupils dilated, and I felt a swell of pride at being able to fluster my usually composed boss.

"Careful," I murmured, setting my chopsticks on a nearby table as I cupped his face and kissed away the rest of the sauce.

His small home felt impossibly intimate, all warm wood and clever storage, everything in its proper place—except for our swimsuits, which still lay scattered across the floor where we'd frantically shed them earlier.The windows had steamed up, creating a barrier between us and the dark forest outside.

"So," Matt said, reaching around me for another container, "is this better or worse than camp food?"

I grinned, remembering the surprisingly decent cafeteria fare at Eagle Ridge."Better.The camp food isn't terrible, though.I was expecting mystery meat and soggy vegetables."

"We pride ourselves on breaking camp stereotypes," Matt said, his breath warm against my neck.

"Even our camp director breaks stereotypes,” I said, kissing him on the nose.“A rugged lumberjack man like you who eats tofu?”

Matt laughed.“I keep telling you I’m not a lumberjack.More of a hippie, if anything.And that tracks with the tofu, right?Did you not know I was a vegetarian?”

“You don't look like a vegetarian.And don't look like the type of guy who can't resist a little queer spice in your life," I teased, deliberately wiggling my hips against him.

"Is that what you are?Spice?"The question held a genuine curiosity hidden by the playful tone.

I turned to face him more fully, the food momentarily forgotten."What do you think I am?"

Matt studied me, his blue eyes intent in a way that made my skin prickle with awareness."Trouble," he said, but his small smile took any sting from the word.

"But the good kind, right?"

“I’m pretty sure.”His gaze dropped to my lips."Though the jury's still out."

I laughed, but something fluttered in my chest.We were playing a game here, both of us dancing around talking about what we really wanted.But the way his hands held me, somewhere between possessive and reverent, made it hard to imagine this was just casual.

Ready to change the subject, I gestured around the tiny home."How did you end up here?I didn’t know a place could be so small and still have such craftsmanship."The tiny house was genuinely beautiful, with its lofted bedroom, space-saving furniture, and the huge windows that would show off the forest view in daylight.

"It’s always been something I’ve imagined.I spend a lot of time in nature, and I want to honor that.It's why I'm a vegetarian, why I live like I do.I want to have the smallest possible footprint.And this place is just the right size for me, with room to grow if I ever have a family.My friend Wade built it," Matt said, a note of pride in his voice.

“The Wade who built the music cabin?”

“Yep,” he said, smiling.“Though this was back when he and his partner had this big, upscale construction company, so he had a lot more resources.A full construction crew.Now he’s in a bit of a tough place.”

"How so?"

"His business partner fucked him over–—I don't even know all the details, but I do know the guy also fucked Wade's wife."

"Damn.Well, I'm sure he'll land on his feet.He's clearly talented."I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment.“Do you think here’s something going on with him and my brother?Oliver keeps mentioning him.”

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