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“Forget I asked,” I said, arriving at work and parking. The last thing I wanted was for Jay to find out the truth, that I was chasing a guy the same age as my son.

“Wait, don’t hang up,” Jay said in a rush. “Look, if you plan on banging a virgin, I can give you some tips.”

And then I listened as he went into graphic detail, talking about preparation with toys and a lot of foreplay. By the end of the—very awkward but informative—conversation, I walked inside the office and prepared for my meeting.

As I read over the paperwork, my thoughts drifted to how sexy Cason had looked sitting half-naked in my kitchen. I wished I could’ve stayed with him longer, maybe even sucked him off again. I still battled the side of myself that said it was wrong to get involved with him, but I was tired of saying no.

He wanted me, and damn it all I wanted him too.

Chapter 11

Cason

I’m finally getting laid tonight.

Emery had made it clear that he planned to screw me that night, and I was unfocused all day at work because of it. Just three more hours before my shift was over. Two more. One. At five thirty that evening, I clocked out and drove home.

My phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen, seeingLiampop up. Emery had messaged me earlier through the app and we’d exchanged numbers but had agreed not to use our real names for the contacts. Just in case Ryan happened to see or something.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Can you be over around seven?” Emery asked. A low rumbling sounded in the background, as if he was in his car driving too.

“Sure. Just have to locate the key to my chastity belt first.”

He barked out a laugh, and damn if hearing it didn’t jostle that strange feeling in my chest.

“Well, once you have the key, meet me at my place,” Emery said, still with a laugh in his voice. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“With strawberries and whipped cream all over your naked body?” I asked.

“Is… is that a fantasy of yours?”

“Um. No.” My face heated. “Maybe. I mean, I wouldn’t mind trying it sometime. It’s the summer of sex, remember? And you’re my teacher, oh great one.”

That’s what we’d decided on anyway—no-strings sex to allow me to explore my sexuality. I still couldn’t believe he’d agreed.

“What am I going to do with you?” Emery asked, and I imagined him shaking his head.

“You could start by popping my cherry.”

His answering sigh cracked me up.

“About tonight,” he said, his tone more serious than before. “Are you sure you want me to be your first?”

“Positive. You backing out on me?”

“No. I just… I want to be sure. Sex can make things complicated, as I’ve said before.”

He was worried I hadn’t thought it through all the way.

“Look,” I responded, turning onto the street and nearing my apartment complex. “I know what I want, and I wantyou. That’s all there is to it. Stop obsessing.”

“What about after?”

“We’ll figure that out when we get there,” I answered. “We agreed to a fling. No attachments. We can call things off whenever we want.”

“In other words, you want to see how tonight goes before thinking too much into it,” Emery said.