“Don’t you have to go to work?” I felt his smile. “Right now, I’m getting paid to fuck you.” “Like a salary sort of situation?” He chuckled. “Da.” The sound of his laugh did such heavy things to my chest, I turned my head and caught his lips with mine. He groaned into my mouth and fucked me slowly. My fingers traveled down his back, infatuated with the feel of him. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough—no matter how much I touched him or how close he was.
