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His work ID is on the small kitchen island. I assume wrangling Stephanie and his garment bag must have distracted him from grabbing it on his way out Saturday. I put the lanyard around my neck, and decide to check out his nightstand.

Sitting on his bed, I open the top drawer. There’s a bottle of lube and one, smaller flesh light, but he led me to believe there was a more extensive selection.

The bottom drawer is where it’s at. There’s nothing crazy. A set of handcuffs, three more flesh lights, which makes me laugh because he’s obviously a fan, a wand vibrator he’s probably used on Kaylin, or itishers, and I’m therefore not touching it, and an elaborate silicone cock ring. I do grab that.

When I reach for the lube in the top drawer because it’s abetter brand than the one I got from the store the other day, a bunch of other shit tumbles out of place. Not that the drawer was incredibly organized to begin with, but I do my best to make less of a mess of it. I move a few batteries and a remote control, and then my fingers land on a small velvety box.

Picking it up, one look at it makes my stomach drop. I inhale once, deeply, and flip the lid.

The large diamond engagement ring catches a ray of sunlight, and sparkles scatter everywhere.

27

MALCOLM

Ryan wakes me up from my afternoon nap with his hand running up my back and his body stretched out in front of me. “Hey,” I murmur, before he softly plants a kiss on my cheek.

“Hey.”

“How was work?” I ask.

He sighs like he’s letting the whole day out. Cracking my eyes open, I see he’s still dressed, just with a loose tie and no jacket. He skipped the gym? Do I care? I wrap my hand around his tie to keep him close.

“Kinda crazy,” he says. “How was your day? How’s your wrist?”

“Fine, fine. Define crazy.”

He throws a leg over mine and runs his fingers through my hair, snuggling as close as he can get. “Girl drama, boy drama.”

“Any fucking in the bathroom?”

“Not that I noticed.”

“Shame.”

Ryan laughs softly and kisses my face again. “Do I need to take Stephanie out?”

“In a minute. You feel good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I hum, closing my eyes and soaking him up. Despite his long day, he smells good. Like hair gel and his sexy cologne. Even the warmth of his skin has a scent to it. I could pick him out of a line-up now using only my nose.

He surprises me with a full kiss on the mouth. I keep mine closed at first, conscious of the fact that I just woke up, but he’s insistent, and it’s like the words “hold on” or “wait” or “no” have left my vocabulary. As soon as I part my lips, his tongue takes me over, and I groan as my dick swells.

His hand grabs my ass and squeezes, forcing our cocks to rub together. He’s half-hard, and he uses my body to get himself rigidly erect. Me, too, obviously. I want to ask to what do I owe the pleasure, but he’s not giving me a chance to say much more than “Mmmhhh.”

Since I’ve been mostly in bed all day, being lazy as fuck, I’m only wearing underwear, which makes me ridiculously easy to access. I love the feel of this. Not just what he’s doing to me, but being in his bed mostly naked like I’ve been waiting for him. Thinking of him and wanting him. Not entirely false, but I slept a lot, too, and I also texted with Kaylin for a few minutes.

We’re meeting Thursday for the Stephanie hand off and the official break up. I didn’t mention that second thing to her because that would be too much like breaking up over text, and I know better than that.

But back to Ryan’s hand in my underwear and his fingertip probing my hole. Gotta admit, he usually takes longer to warm up, and this is a slight red flag that maybe his day wasn’t as bland as he claims, but fuck if I can care when desire is burning like a brushfire through my body, incinerating every cell.

I feel like a whore.Hiswhore in the best possible way—yielding to him and writhing against him, ready to open for him.I’m wearing a pair of his white briefs because I liked the way he looked at me when I was wearing them last time. That was another thing I did that was productive today—ordered a six pack of tighty whiteys from Amazon.

“Let me fuck you, baby,” he says.

Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. If he keeps up with it, I’ll let him do more than fuck me. I’ll let him marry me. Gladly, I roll over and offer him my ass.

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