Office Date

She giggles. “Too far, you lost me at grandpa style.”

“Weird, I thought it would be at the medallion part, dirty girl.”

“Okay, Silver Snake…” She bursts out laughing while I slap her hard on the ass; it only makes her laugh harder. “I’m going to start strategically putting that shirt around the apartment just to give you nightmares.”

“Oh, weird, when did we move in together?”

She slowly arches her body back toward me, giving me an excellent view of a curvy ass and legs for days. “When you asked me to get on my knees.”

“Don’t recall asking; it was more telling.”

Her back arches.

And my Silver Snake does indeed appreciate it. I grip her thighs hard and pull her back into my lap. “Bet he never did this.”

“Let me sit on him?” She shivers as I run my hands up and down her arms.

I grab a handful of hair and pull her face back, kissing down her neck before shoving her back onto the mattress and thrusting inside her with one smooth movement. “Any questions?”

“Zero.” Her hands grip the pillows. “No questions, none, just lots of; how do you feel so good?”

“Silver Snake baby, Silver Snake.”

“Go team.” She laughs as I sink into her from behind. I grip her shoulders and tug her back onto me. I’m so deep I see stars. She wiggles her ass like she wants me to go deeper, but I’m like seconds away from losing it.

Chapter Seventeen

Ivy

I wake up to Jack wrapped all around me; I love it. I love that we have the next week off and can just spend time getting to know each other after the chaos of the internships.

He’s still snoring when the doorbell rings.

Frowning, I quickly get up and go to the door, snatching up a discarded sweatshirt and his briefs because, meh, why not? I have no choice!

I run over and slowly open the door.

Then nearly pass out.

It’s him.

It’s Connor.

My ex-fiancé.

He’s holding a folding massage table.

The hell?

I open the door wider. “Are you at the right address?”

His eyes rake me over before he clears his throat and hands me a card that has Jack’s and my address for the apartments written on it. “I um…” He frowns. “I’m sorry this is weird; I’m here to help the winners of the Internship for Emory Hotels?”

Shit.

“Yeah, um,” I scratch my head and wonder what my hair even looks like. “That’s us, I mean me and my partner Jack, but he’s still sleeping; I guess you can come in… I’m not sure if he’s going to want a massage, though. It was a rough few days for us.”

Connor has his blond hair slicked back. His dimples are on full view, and his black T-shirt is tight around his broad shoulders. I don’t look for a ring; I don’t need that in my life. “Yeah, well, I work for Emory Hotels in Hospitality Services, so it’s kind of my job to make sure you feel… good.”

I almost cringe.

This feels bad.

And wrong.

I don’t like it.

“Okay.” I turn around a bit in a panic, trying to figure out what to do. “I guess put the table over there. I’m assuming you’re the masseuse?”

“Career change.” He smiles warmly, and all I can think about is sixty-nine, perfect. “I wanted something other than corporate. Turns out they like to make you want to jump off high buildings.”

I snort laugh. “Yeah.”

“So…” He eyes me up and down. “Should I just set up somewhere?”

“Yeah, sure, I mean, move the ottoman in the living room, and I’ll grab Jack real quick.”

Connor flinches a bit.

I’m sure he’s assuming a lot.

Good. Let him.

Because I’ve moved on.

I sprint past him into the master. Jack’s completely passed out, arms over his head, six-pack on full display, barely anything covering his dick, and damn, is he gorgeous.

I stick my tongue out at him while he’s sleeping because how dare he, then I go over and shake him awake. “Hey, we got a surprise massage.”

“No more blow jooobsssssss,” he draws out. “I have nothing left in my body.”

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing too loud. “It’s not the kind with a happy ending, Jack.”

“You gave me so many happy endings and beginnings.”

My heart clenches.

I immediately want Connor to leave.

Deciding that’s exactly what I’ll do, I walk out into the living room and see he’s quickly set up the gray table with nice white sheets and has his oils ready.

A massage sounds good.

But coming from him?

I finally check his left hand.

Ring.

Okay, well, that’s progress.

“How’s Sandra?.” I ask.

His grin is wide. “Pregnant.”

I actually smile at that. “Good. Congrats.”

We’re both quiet, all the things between us building up into this hurricane of emotion that neither of us want to even attempt to get into.

“So…” I fold my hands in front of me. “Jack’s still sleeping, wouldn’t wake up, not even for a blow job.”