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“School tuition. It was around ten grand after I finally picked a career. That’s not including the two years of just fucking around until I decided what I wanted to do with the rest of my life,” I start. “Then I needed a car to get around. That was another ten. Then the deposit for the apartment Cole and I moved into, and everything I needed to furnish it. That doesn’t even include the rent, bills, and other monthly expenses.” I sigh heavily. “So, yeah. I work my ass off. But if I keep to my plan, I’ll have enough to pay off all my credit cards and my student loans by the time I graduate. I’m young, and doing it this way, I’ll still have lots of time to date after college. Unlike how my mother makes it seem, it’s not the end of the world that I didn’t marry my high school sweetheart.”
“Thank god,” Austin scoffs.
“Yeah.” I find myself smiling. “Thank god.”
“Dating is a no-go for you. And casual hook-ups are off the table.”
“Yup.” I pick up my drink, needing more liquid courage because this conversation got too real, too fast.
“Have you thought about friends with benefits?” He surprises me by saying. “With someone you know and trust. Someone who you can be open with about what you need.”
“See, that would be the ideal plan. But there’s a problem.”
“What would that be?”
“I don’t have any friends.” I snort, feeling like a loser. “Apart from Cole, I’m not close with anyone. I’m too busy to have much of a social life. And while Cole is a good guy, I don’t see him thatway. Not to mention the fact that he has a boyfriend. So, friends with benefits wouldn’t work for me.”
Things go quiet as Austin looks away. Fear that I made things awkward has my stomach churning. I should have just kept my mouth shut.What is wrong with me?
“Dance with me?” Austin asks, breaking the silence and rendering me speechless.
“What?” I blink at him in shock.
“Dance with me,” he repeats with a laugh. “I am your boyfriend after all.”
“That’s another thing we need to address.”
“Not right now.” He shakes his head, getting to his feet. “Dance with me first.” He holds out his hand. I stare at it. “It’s not going to bite.” He chuckles, reiterating his earlier sentiment.
Deciding I have nothing left to lose, I take his hand, letting him pull me out onto the dance floor.
Austin spins me so that we’re facing one another before wrapping his arms around my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck.
Our bodies are pressed together and my cheeks heat in embarrassment because there’s no way he can’t feel how hard I am.
Alcohol already ramps up my sex drive as it is. Add in the that I’m in the arms of one of the hottest men I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and there’s really no way I’m getting this thing to go down, not until I take care of it later.
I feel like a damn perv right now.
However, Austin doesn’t seem to mind, his hands slipping lower, gripping my ass as he presses me closer.
I suck in a gasp when I feel that he’s hard too, his thick length pressed against mine. My knees nearly give out.
The song is a slow, sensual beat as Austin moves our bodies to the tune. It’s pure torture if you ask me, the way his cock is pretty much grinding against mine.
If he’s not careful, I’m going to cum in my damn pants like a fool.
My breathing picks up, my pulse going a mile a minute. My body breaks out into a sweat, need thrumming inside me.
“I have a proposition for you,” Austin murmurs in my ear. My eyes flutter closed, body shivering in his hold as my fingers grip the hair at the base of his neck.
“W-what?” I stammer out, my brain feeling like it’s short-circuiting.
“How about we don’t tell anyone that we’re not actually dating.”
“What?” I try to pull back but Austin keeps me close.
“Just hear me out,” he urges.
