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This is getting so out of control and moving way too fast. I don’t really trust him. But, strangely, none of this feels wrong. It feels one hundred percent right.

“Right there. Keep going. There,there,” he says as I peg something inside of him that makes him cry out.

I suddenly feel his body jerk, his asshole clenching tightly around my fingers as he shudders and comes. I can smell his release as it soaks into the sheets.

My god, the sight of him, the feel of him. My entire body heats as Lex collapses onto the bed, rolling on his side. My fingers reluctantly slip from him and I just stare at where they’d been previously lodged.

“God, that was better than it should have been,” he mumbles. “You are a fucking surprise.”

He peeks up at me and a small smile pulls his lips up. “You have a way with your fingers,” he says, and I blush.

“I need to…” I say, glancing down at my dick pushing out from the fabric of his shorts. “I need to go.”

“Or you could stay, and we could practice some more. There is so much we could do. We could set aside our differences for just a while longer.”

But the fog of my lust lifts just enough for me to think clearly. This man wants something from me. I just had my fingers up his ass, his tongue down my throat.

I’m wearing his fucking clothes.

And my ass is not waxed. I’m not ready. I am so not ready.

“I need to leave,” I say, stumbling off the bed and knocking into his computer chair.

Lex has turned onto his back, his sexy body on full display and I wrench my eyes away from him. If I look too long, I’ll jump on him and stick my dick right up the hole I just stretched.

“Thank you,” I manage to say because my grandma didn’t raise me to be rude. But the words fall flat between us, and Lex just arches an eyebrow at me.

“So this is how it’s going to be?” he asks.

I nod, and then I turn and flee.

It’s only when I’m in my car that I realize I’m only wearing athletic shorts and nothing else.

I even left my damn shoes.

CHAPTERFIVE

WILLIAM

Ilean back in my office chair and stare at the door. Last night has been replaying over and over in my head, and once again, my dick perks up in remembrance despite any and all common sense.

All I have to do is think of him and there it goes. Up, up, up. It’s a serious problem. I try to ignore it, but it persists, and I know,I knowdeep down that Lex is doing all of this practicing with some ulterior motive in mind. He doesn’t even like me. In fact, all he does is insult me. So he must be trying to distract me from the bigger issue—like how he’s possibly stealing from my grandma. Even though I’m not entirely convinced that’s the case, I know he wantssomething. I just don’t know what it is.

I’m slightly concerned, but at the same time, I’m very intrigued. My dick has grown a mind of its own and its sole focus is Lex. I’ve learned that I won’t get anything done if I don’t take care of this right now. I’ve tried going to the gym—running on the treadmill and lifting weights for several hours straight until I’m utterly exhausted—but it doesn’t help. I’m still hard, day and night.

I quickly stand up and lock my office door, my protruding dick almost knocking over a pencil holder on the edge of the desk.

I sigh as I glance down at it. This is becoming burdensome. The dick is unhappy until I stroke it a few times.

When I make it back to my desk, I look at my schedule and pull my cock out, stroking my hard length once and then exhaling deeply.

I have thirty minutes before my next call with a client. In that amount of time, I can get off three times.

I’ve tried it. Do not recommend. It kind of hurts.

I’m mid-stroke when my cell phone suddenly lights up.

I glance down and see a local number I don’t recognize. I shouldn’t answer it, because it could beher,but I do it anyways.

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