Full Service : (Franklin U 2 Book 5)

Chapter 1

I’ve seen that ass before. I know I have. The way it bunches and flexes in those tight jeans. The round globes of each cheek. The way they bounce and move. I can tell even through the fabric of his pants. That’s how obsessed I am.

Fuck. Me. I know that ass.

I tap my pen against my lips as the breeze flutters the quizzes I’m grading under my hand. I squint my eyes behind my slightly outdated sunglasses as I lean forward and examine it once more. Round, pert, completely biteable.

A perfect peach.

Unfortunately, said peach looks like it belongs to a student here on Franklin U’s campus. Which makes this completely inappropriate.

I behaved abominably at a friend’s bachelor party. Like a dog in heat. I don’t even know why Chris insisted on going to a strip club in the first place. Probably because Gregory was with him and was the sole entertainer for his fiancé. I know for a fact Gregory wouldn’t let Chris within a mile of another half-naked man. His jealousy knows no bounds.

But as for me, I have no excuse for the way I behaved, even though I’m a true bachelor with years of lazy, can’t-be-bothered celibacy under my belt. I got a lap dance from a young stripper who had moved like he was fucking his ass onto my dick.

It was the hottest experience of my life and one that I’m mostly ashamed of.

Never in my life have I come like that, not even as a teenager. It only took a few rolls of his hips and rubs from that butt on my weeping dick and I was done for. An abomination, a complete scoundrel. Jerking and grunting as I unloaded into my khaki dress pants.

That’s me.

A thirty-five-year-old tenured professor coming to the mere thought of a student’s ass sitting on me.

Well, to be fair, at the time, I didn’t know he was a student. I just thought he was a hot guy working at a dodgy club in town.

I never expected this to happen—to see him on Franklin U’s campus.

But then again, this is how my life goes. The most ridiculous things happen to me at the most unexpected times.

Like that one time I accidentally entered a hot dog eating contest—and won.

And no, it wasn’t the sexy kind of hot dog. It was the kind you put in a bun.

I swallowed those fuckers down like the gay man I am.

I deep-throated those dogs.

Suddenly, the ass I’m staring at turns, and I get a glimpse of the man’s face in the daylight. My throat bobs as I take him in. He positively shines. His dark blond hair twinkles in the rays of the sun warming the campus and the shirt he’s wearing is glued to his large biceps. He was radiant in the dim, smoky lights of the strip club, practically nude, but here, in the light of day, he’s even better looking.

No wonder I came like an animal.

No wonder I spent all last week sitting across the street from that strip club, beating myself up for lurking and yet desperate to go back inside to ask for a repeat.

He’s addicting.

“Hey there, Silas. Busy?” someone asks. I jerk slightly, surprised by the interruption and miffed that my ogling has been interrupted. But I can’t show anyone this obsession. No, I stuff it down and force a smile on my face. Dr. Brown, the biology department chair and my fellow colleague, looms over me, his graying hair perfectly coifed, his suit and tie immaculate. He’s a distinguished professor here on campus, a fan favorite, and I guarantee you he is most certainly not coming in his pants from a stripper. Never in his lifetime.

“No, not at all. I was just grading a pop quiz for my Gen Ed Biology class.”

“The first week of classes?” he asks with a slightly evil grin.

I snort and bob my head. “You know I like to keep them on their toes.”

The truth of the matter is, this isn’t some torture technique. It helps me gauge where my students are and where my focus needs to be. It’s a way to streamline the learning process for both me and them.

Dr. Brown eyes the stack of papers under my hands and raises an eyebrow. “You know you have a teaching assistant for that, right?”

“I do, but the TA currently hired couldn’t start until Thursday, so here I am.”

“Ah, I see. Well then, good luck with that. You’ll need it.”

He winks at me, and I manage another small smile. Dr. Brown is a nice man, just not someone I want to spend too much time with. No, I prefer to spend time alone. Just me and my one-eyed fish named Vertebrata.

Listen, I’ve never been accused of being unique. I was this close to calling her Fish, but the way her eye scowled at me told me she was not impressed.

She’s actually quite judgmental and very opinionated.

“Has the semester started out well?” Dr. Brown asks, and I nod.

“So far so good. Had a few students not show up, so I dropped them and then got complaints from them, asking what happened. So, you know, the usual.”

“Ah yes, the fun begins. It’s the same every year. Never gets old.”

I nod and discreetly glance to my left, trying to see if I can get a glimpse of ass-guy again, but I don’t see him. He’s wandered off. I’ll probably never see him again. Which is for the best. I don’t need to relive that, nor do I need to entertain ideas of him. I will not be driving by or strolling across the parking lot or lurking around the back door of his place of employment now that I’m pretty sure he’s a student.

I’m a respectable professor. I don’t lust after students. That’s never happened in the ten years I’ve been teaching. And it certainly won’t happen now.

Dr. Brown excuses himself after a few more minutes of chatting about the beginning of the semester, and I’m left to sit in the sun, grading the endless papers before me.

I really need to put these assessments online. That would make my life so much easier.

Maybe I’ll have my TA help me with that. I do have online course shells where students can log in, check grades, and submit assignments, but I haven’t put any of the quizzes or tests online yet. The process of doing so is overwhelming with the office hours I have to keep, the research I need to do, and the committees I am required to serve on. Having a TA enter these online and get it set up would help me greatly.

I make a mental note to ask my TA to do this when I meet him.

Just as I begin to get back to grading, my phone rings. I pick it up, a small laugh leaving my mouth when I see who’s calling.

Lee O’Conner.

“Hello, Mr. O’Conner,” I say, and I hear shuffling on the other end of the line.

“Silas. It’s me. Lee.”

I let out a huff of laughter at that. He always does this, announces who he is despite knowing I can see who’s calling me. Must be an old habit from the rotary phone days. Lee is ninety-two years old and is honestly the only friend I see on a regular basis.

Even Chris and Gregory are once-a-year friends. Before the abominable dick explosion at the club, the last time I saw them was last spring when they got engaged.

But Lee’s different, he makes sure to call me every day just to check in. I think he’s lonely but won’t admit it. And to be honest, I think I may be as well. My parents were older when they had me, and both passed away years ago. I have a sibling who lives on the other end of the continent, but we rarely speak. Maybe my friendship with Lee reminds me a little of home.

Fuck, I need a change, a fresh start.

Good God, I need to get laid.

“I know who it is. Your name appears on the screen, Lee. I even greeted you by name,” I say, leaning back in the wrought iron chair and crossing my legs at the ankles. “What are you up to, old man?”

“Who’s calling me old, asshole?” Lee says with a laugh. “I’m young. Mostly.”

“Sure you are. So, what are you doing today?”

“Me? Oh, just went on a walk and tried to convince Vera to go on a date with me. She refused.”

“I’m sure she did. You’re a creep, Lee.”

He chuckles at that. “At least I don’t send her dick pictures like you do to the guys you’re interested in.”

I run a hand down my face. “I do not send dick pics to people. Jesus.”

“I know you do. All the youngins do. My grandson says it’s a pandemic with homosexuals these days.”

Oh, good lord. I’ve heard all about his grandson, Junior, the man Lee keeps trying to hook me up with. But I keep refusing. I have no interest in meeting this elusive grandson. We’d probably have nothing in common, and I’d hate to disappoint Lee with any kind of rejection. Who knows how old this Junior is anyways? He’s probably just as young as that guy who gave me a lap dance. I already feel like the creepiest of creeps, coming in that chair in that dark, dank club. But dating a man half my age?

No thank you.

I may be lonely and up for a change, but I’m pretty sure that’s not it.

“We’re gays now, Lee. Homosexual is outdated.”

“Meh, I’m too old to change,” he tells me, and I roll my eyes with affection.

I met Lee a few months ago while I was shopping at the grocery store. He was slowly wandering the aisles with his walker, and when I noticed that he appeared to be walking back to his place, three grocery bags precariously placed on the little seat, I offered him a ride home.

He told me I was a serial killer and waggled his arthritic finger at me.

I offered to buy him ice cream if he got in the damn car.

He caved like a house of cards.

The rest is history.

I found a fast friend in him that day, and I’m so glad I ended up at that particular grocery store.

“Stop on by tomorrow. I want ice cream and some fries.”

“You need to keep your cholesterol under control, old man.”

“I may be old, but I’m not dead. Let me live, gay man.”

I grin and agree to meet with him tomorrow. Like I’d refuse him. He knows I’m a sucker for spending time with him.

With a quick goodbye, I hang up and get back to work.

The morning wears on, grading taking far too long. Mainly because I get distracted with thoughts of ass-man being a student here and trying to manage the slight anxiety I have at the possibility of running into him and him recognizing me. Perhaps I should purchase a hat and grow my beard out longer.

I should unearth my Groucho glasses and wander the halls with a cane.

A novel idea.

When I finally end up back in my office, only half of the quizzes are graded. Perhaps I’ll leave the rest for the TA to finish, I think as I open my door for students to come in for office hours. And they do come. The biology classes I teach aren’t easy, and I spend a lot of time explaining concepts to students who need it. Perhaps my TA can set up a study group and individual tutoring. Something that will lessen the toll office hours takes on me. Because as much as I do love teaching, interacting with students is draining.

Really, any human interaction makes me want to curl under my desk and hide.

I’m not a real social animal.

Hence the lack of dating. I just can’t be bothered.

I do wish a man would literally fall into my lap. It would make everything so much easier.

When I’m finally done with office hours, the last student ushered out, I shut the door. But before it can close all the way, something stops it, a resistance.

I pull it open, my eyebrows rising at the impertinence of someone trying to stop me from shutting out the world, when I see him.

Ass-man. His dark blond hair is swept back from his face, showing me his piercing blue eyes and those pink lips.

And his face. It’s even better up close in broad daylight. Flawless, perfect. Absolute sex.

Oh, fuck me.

“Hey, Dr. Sinclair,” he says, his eyes scrunching as he smiles at me. A twinkle of something flashes through his eyes, and he bites down on his bottom lip. Oh, he knows. He so fucking knows. My heart rate rises rapidly, and I feel my hands start to sweat. My fingers go up to my tie, and I tug at it, trying to breathe. I can’t fucking breathe.

“Sorry I’m late. I’m Everly Winslow. Your TA for your Intro to Biology class.”

I let out a very unmanly squeak. “Yes?”

“Yeah. I sent you an email, but you must not have gotten it. I know I was supposed to show up later this week, but I wanted to introduce myself before I just appeared in class.”

I shake my head, swallowing loudly. The click resounds around the room, and Everly lets out a huff of laughter. His hand swipes his hair back from his face once more and his bicep bulges as he moves.

Well, good God. He’s built.

He could easily pick me up without hurting himself.

I could wrap my legs around his back and ride that cock all while suspended in the air.

His eyes roam down my chest and then pop back up to meet mine, his cheeks flushed, his eyes heated.

Oh. Oh my fuck. This is bad. Very, very bad.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell. What happens at work, stays at work,” he says softly, and I nearly faint from the stress of it all. And partially from horniness. All the blood has left my brain and is currently pooling in my dick.

I’m dizzy from it. Never in my life have I been caught at a strip club, and the one time I get dragged to one and get a lap dance, it’s from one of my students. My motherfucking TA.

And I came in my pants.

“Anyways. Enough about that. I brought you coffee from Bean Necessities. Austin makes an awesome cappuccino. I wasn’t sure if you like sweet stuff so I went neutral.”

I don’t know who Austin is, but I accept the disposable cup he offers me. Our fingers brush unnecessarily and my entire body thrums from the contact. I can feel my cheeks heat and watch as Everly’s darken.

Oh my god. He likes this as much as I do. He’s not even trying to hide it.

I mumble a thank you and take a large sip, burning my throat and tongue in the process.

Great, just great, I think as I sputter and cough. Now I won’t be able to swallow for the foreseeable future. Honestly, probably a good thing at this point. It will be a deterrent against falling to my knees and offering to suck his dick.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Told him to make it extra hot just so it wasn’t cold by the time I got here. Didn’t want to make a bad impression.”

He couldn’t make a bad impression if he tried at this point. His ass can do no wrong.

“Thank you,” I manage to say as I continue to stand in the entrance to my office like an awkward gargoyle. If I perched on a stand I’d look great on some gothic church, I’m sure.

“Um, can I come in?” Everly asks, and I shake my head, trying to find a reasonable explanation as to why he should absolutely not be in an enclosed space with me.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He cocks his head at me, some of his blond hair flopping onto his forehead. “Why?”

I don’t have an answer. I will deny that it was me in that lap dance chair until I die. I will never admit it. Even though he knows it’s me. But a man can lie. And I will use that ability until I’m dead.

“Come on, Dr. Sinclair. It’s fine. I really won’t tell a soul. It’s between you and me.”

“I think I’ll be taking on another TA,” I manage to croak out, feeling a little desperate. I’m having the urge to lie on the floor and hyperventilate. It’s a favorite pastime of mine.

His brows rise, and it’s his turn to look nervous. “I’d really like to keep this position, Dr. Sinclair. I need it.”

The way he says that has me feeling ashamed. I have no idea what he’s going through or why he needs this so badly. And truly, it’s not his fault I behaved like a feral animal. He was just doing his job. And here I am, trying to fire him on day one.

Well, not even day one. Minus day one.

I’m a scoundrel.

“Fine,” I amend and open the door a little further. Everly doesn’t even hesitate, just moves into my office, setting his bag down on the ground and taking a seat. He looks good sitting there, that swimmer’s back wide at the shoulders and arching down to a narrow waist. I wonder if he swam in high school or even here at the university.

Not that I’m going to try and find out. I would never do that. Probably.

There is a ten percent chance I won’t be looking this up.

I move around my desk and settle in my chair, trying not to look at his thick thighs. They’re huge up close, muscular, like he spends his afternoons squatting.

Which he does. On a pole.

I scoot my chair up to the tabletop but move a little too fast and end up knocking into it, making me wheeze.

“Speed racer, huh?” Everly says, and I frown at him, rubbing at my bruised abdomen.

“The rollers on the chair are extra oiled.”

“Hm, I do love oiled things.”

I stare at him, imagining his oiled chest before reaching for my pen and twirling it in my fingers. I need to do something with my hands so I don’t do something inappropriate, like reach across the desk and desperately grab for his crotch.

Or that butt. The one currently in a chair in my office.

It’s not my fault that I have some sort of obsession with his ass. He was wearing only a jockstrap that night in the strip club and it was glorious. I’ve never seen anything like it.

It should be featured in a gallery for all to admire.

My dick gives a precarious twitch, and I give it a very stern mental talking-to. I’ll give it a good spanking later.

With my lubed hand.

While not thinking of him.

“Anyways, thank you for letting me in,” Everly says, biting down on his bottom lip, wetting it in the process. That should absolutely be illegal. I’ll have to tell him to never do that in my presence again.

My dick wholeheartedly disagrees.

It wants him to open wide and lean forward.

“I mean, I think you letting me in here means you’re not gonna fire me.”

I nod, a clipped tilt of my chin and then set my pen down. It clacks noisily on the desktop and I stare at it. It’s either that or stare at him.

Why does the most handsome man I’ve ever met have to be a student here and my fucking TA? Life is laughing at me. Thinks I’m a fucking joke.

I mean, to be fair, it kind of is. A kind of boring joke, but one nonetheless.

“Thanks, man. I mean, Dr. Sinclair. I really promise I can be professional about this.”

I nod again and peer up at him, my hands clutching the arms of my chair. The leather squeaks under my sweaty palms. Sounds a bit like an animal whining, like a whimper. Hm, or maybe that’s just me.

“That’s good. I just want you to know that?—”

He raises a hand, interrupting me. “It’s fine. You don’t need to explain. We can just put it behind us.”

That’s easy for him to say. He’s not a lonely, sex-deprived professor with a hot as fuck TA. I will not be putting any of this behind me. Unless it’s my fingers in my behind.

“And I’m really good at what I do. I understand biology. I can do whatever you need. Grading, tutoring, study halls. Whatever.”

What I need is for him to bend over this desk and pull his cheeks apart so I can see his asshole again, but I digress.

“I’m sure that Dr. Brown chose well. I trust his judgment.”

His cheeks flush and he nods enthusiastically. “Of course he did. I didn’t mean to imply he didn’t know what he was doing. I really respect him.”

“And he seems to respect you since you’ve been hired to assist me.”

Everly bobs his head and then a smile splits his face. Fuck, he’s even more handsome like this. I must implement a rule that he cannot smile at me. Ever again. He must remain stoic at all times.

“What?” I ask, feeling my heart thunder in my chest.

“I know I said I’d keep it professional, but I just need to say this and I promise I won’t say another thing about it.”

My jaw clenches as I wait for him to get on with it. He leans forward, the muscles flexing in his arms as he does. My cock positively throbs.

“You just seem so different than you were that night. I like this buttoned-up thing you have going on.”

“I was buttoned up just fine that night. I just…lost control for a second.”

“Yeah,” he says and wets his lips once more. He truly needs to keep that tongue inside his mouth from now on. It’s obscene. “And it was brilliant.”

“Are you done?” I ask, shifting in my seat and trying to get my boner to go down. It just seems to grow harder.

“Yeah,” he replies, leaning back and spreading his thighs open. My gaze flicks down to them before shooting back to his eyes. “Sorry, I just wanted you to know what I thought.”

“Well, now we know. Thank you for sharing.”

“Anytime. I’m an open book.”

I clear my throat, trying to swallow down my lust. It gets stuck in my throat.

“Anyways,” I begin, trying to gather my thoughts. He has to be exuding some kind of pheromone that’s making me perv like crazy, making me lose the ability to think. I have zero brain cells at the moment. “Dr. Brown has given you my schedule for my classes, and I’ll introduce you to them if you have availability. I’m thinking you could set up office hours for students, as well as a study session once a week for those who need it. And I’d like you to grade these pop quizzes and work on getting my assessments online.”

He doesn’t balk at the list of things I’ve just asked of him, just pulls his phone out and makes notes.

“Got it. I can do that. When do you need the quizzes back?”

“By Friday. Grades input by then as well.”

He nods. “Can do, Dr. Sinclair. I’m a man of many talents.”

Our eyes clash, and my heart jumps in my chest. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Good thing I won’t need to work closely with him. I’ll just put professional distance between us and the lap dance will disappear as if it never happened.

That’s my new New Year’s resolution. Doesn’t matter that it’s February and long past the date. I’m a man of my word.

Mostly.

“Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.”

He stands up and my gaze falls to his dick. It’s big. I could tell that night, the way it bulged through the fabric. And I can tell now. Those jeans barely contain it. An anaconda.

“Quizzes?” he asks, and I startle at the question. Right. That’s what I’m meant to be doing. Without a word, I hand him the stack of papers and the rubric.

“You have access to my course shells?” I manage to ask.

“Yep. IT gave me TA access.”

“Good to hear,” I say, feeling the need to walk him out but unable to stand up because of my current cock condition. He’ll see it. The zipper is barely containing it. Not quite an anaconda, but a nice garden snake.

“You can see yourself out, Mr. Winslow.”

He grins at me and leans forward, holding his hand out for me to shake.

I stare at it and bring my sweaty palm up to press against his.

“Nice to meet you. Officially.” The way he says that last word sounds like sex.

He’s far too tempting, far too much of a lure.

His thumb brushes against the back of my hand and then he releases me, turning around and walking out, leaving me staring after his ass. I even lean across my desk to eye it until it disappears from view, and then I slump in my chair, pressing my forehead against the desk and rolling it back and forth.

I need professional help because this is so out of my wheelhouse.

I don’t know how to cope.

There is a good chance that I may be the most boring person on planet Earth. No one has told me this, but my brain has.

I need a little excitement in my life. Although, any more excitement like the kind I had that night at the strip club can’t be good for my heart or my balls.

They exploded. Literally.

I let myself into my small townhouse and set my keys down in the ceramic bowl my niece made for me last year. They clatter and clank as they settle on the bottom of the dish as I toe off my shoes. The suit coat that I purchased from a menswear store hangs on the rack. I remember the young man that helped me fondly. Blaise. He really brought my wardrobe back to life.

I loosen my tie as I walk toward the fish tank and say hello to Vertebrata. She glances at me with her one eye and hides under a piece of coral, a piece of fish poop trailing behind her.

I see how it is.

Don’t know why I bothered with her, but then again, I’m a sucker for one-eyed fish.

And peachy asses.

“I know. I can’t stand to look at myself either,” I say dryly as I place some pellets in the water and move toward the kitchen. The freezer is stocked full of frozen meals, and I grab one, placing it in the microwave, and then pour myself a glass of wine.

Now is not the time to be modest. I give myself a hefty pour, one that nearly sloshes over the edge, and slurp at it as I lean against the counter.

What a day this has been.

A day of realizations.

I sigh and rub at my nose, feeling the beginning of a headache making an appearance. The strain and stress of knowing my TA was the ass-man who made me cum in my pants is almost too much to bear. I was on the verge of panic attacks all day. I hope this anxiety will dissipate the longer we work together, especially now that I know he’s not going to tell everyone what happened.

To be fair, the lap dance was the most thrilling thing to ever happen to me. I don’t remember the last time I let loose like that.

But then again, I let loose and now the man who helped me accomplish that is a student.

I take another large gulp of wine, feeling my shoulders start to loosen.

Everything will be fine. Everly will behave professionally and so will I.

Even as I think that my dick begins to harden in my pants. To be honest, it was at half-mast all day, but now that I’m alone in my house with no one around to judge me, I feel like perhaps I can loosen up. I can behave in a very disrespectful manner.

Like maybe jacking off to this TA of mine.

It’s a bad idea, I think as I squeeze my dick. I can’t do this because every time I see him, I’ll remember touching myself to the thought of him.

But then again, who will know? Besides me.

My hand slides down the front of my pants, and I clasp the hard, hot length over the fabric.

My head falls back, and I groan lowly. Damn, that feels nice.

I take another sip of my wine and feel the rush of alcohol hit my system. The need I’ve felt all day bubbles to the surface as I set my wine glass down and unbutton the top of my shirt.

Suddenly, the microwave beeps, signaling the meal is done, so I pull my hand away from my pants and grab my dinner, setting it on the counter.

I wash my hands and blow on the steaming food to cool it.

Should probably eat something before I explode all over myself. That’s the civilized thing to do.

As soon as the food isn’t hot enough to burn, I nearly swallow it whole, washing it down with the rest of the wine before moving to my bedroom.

I have to get off or I may come in my sleep.

And I’ll never let myself live that down.

As soon as the door is shut, I strip down to nothing, allowing the cool air to hit my naked skin and pebble my nipples. I pluck at them and gasp at the sensation, my other hand moving down to my dick. It’s warm and hard and not deterred at all by what I’m about to do. No, it seems to encourage this deviancy.

Grabbing on to it, I squeeze it and let out a feral grunt.

Oh god, I need this. I have to do this, or I won’t survive the semester in his presence. I know I’ll regret it once I’m done, but at the moment, it’s life or death. If I don’t come immediately, I’m going to die.

Reaching into my nightstand, I pull out a dildo and some lube. Usually I’d put on some porn and get off to it, but right now, I don’t need it. I have the visual from that night. His bare ass rocking up against my crotch, making me nearly pass out from the sensual image.

I was huffing and puffing the entire time, and Everly Winslow made my cock blow.

Kneeling beside my bed, I stick the dildo onto the ground, the suction cup making a loud squeal as I attach it to the wood floor. With deft fingers, I lube up my hole and then settle back onto the silicone cock, feeling the stretch and burn of it so good as my oiled hand goes to my dick and strokes.

It’s slow for a minute until it turns frantic, my ass swallowing the dick behind me as I groan in pleasure.

Everly’s face filters through my mind, and I grip my dick harder, jerking it in time with each thrust down.

“Oh fuck yes,” I moan as I ride it faster, wishing it was him behind me. Those strong arms bracing me, those thick thighs bracketing mine. That big dick ripping me open.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” I grunt, and then without warning, my balls draw up and I explode across my hand and the floor. My body shakes and jerks, my eyes fluttering closed as I picture him—his biceps, his abs, his round, pert ass.

I sit fully on the dildo and let myself experience the sensation of being stuffed full, wishing his cum was painting the inside of me, dripping from my hole.

But reality soon settles in. This is not Everly inside of me. This was all my perverted imagination.

I really am a lonely, creepy fuck.

My hand leaves my dick, and I slump forward, sweating and panting from the exertion. It’s then that I feel the shame well up within me. I knew this was going to happen, but did it anyways.

It’s going to be a habit now.

I never learn.

I sigh, sliding the dildo from my ass and walking to the bathroom, cleaning up as quickly as I can. My cheeks are flushed, and I wonder if Everly could see my face flame that night as he rocked against me. His eyes were on mine the entire time he faced me, his hips moving rhythmically with the music. And even when he turned around and stuck his ass on my covered cock, he turned his head to watch me over his shoulder.

I never touched. It wasn’t allowed, but he touched me.

It was light, a whisper of movement across the fabric of my shirt, but I felt it.

When I concentrate, I can still feel it sometimes, the drag of his hands across my chest and arms.

I sigh as I wipe up, quickly pulling some casual clothes on before making my way back to the small living room, falling onto the couch and turning on the TV.

I don’t really see what show I turn on, my mind on Everly instead.

He’s far more fascinating, far more intriguing.

I can’t continue to do this. I need to find relief in appropriate places.

Tomorrow, I’ll find a solution. I have to. Or I may end up losing my job.