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No…I just don’t want to be bothered that’s all!

Try The Golden Chalice on King. I’ve heard good things from friends.

Thanks.

Nathan started googling board game cafés and The Golden Chalice was consistently at the top of the list. Good food, good drinks, both alcoholic and not, and apparently a wide range of games. Most importantly, it would be busy and they’d be able to talk and avoid temptation.

The problem with being at Octavia’s house instead of his own was that he didn’t have a key, so leaving was out of the question. So he ordered lunch, watched some TV, and ended up pulling a cute looking romance novel off her shelf.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Nathan said, closing the book he’d made it halfway through. His lunch was half-touched and he was hard as a rock.

What the hell is this?

He sent a picture to Octavia.

Autumn

That’s a book Nathan.

I know it’s a book but holy shit, Octavia, it’s practically porn. It looks like a sweet romance and he just fucked her raw in a change room of a store…in public.

One of my favourite scenes!

Do you want to be fucked in a change room?

Just because I like to read it doesn’t mean I want to do it. But it’s not off the table. Why, do you want to fuck me in a change room, Nathan?

Nathan squeezed his cock, trying to keep himself in check. Did he want to fuck her in a change room? Obviously.

I basically never want to stop fucking you, Octavia.

It’s a problem.

What are you doing?

Trying to convince my dick to chill out.

He jumped when his phone rang. Octavia’s name shone from the screen. He leapt up and began walking to her bedroom, grabbing paper towels on the way.

“Octavia?” he answered, halfway up the stairs.

“One day”—her raspy voice came through the line—“soon, I’m going to drag you into the change room at my favourite store. Would you allow me to?”

“Yes.” He swallowed, looking down at his cock that was already dripping.

“I’m going to slowly take off my clothes and crawl across the room to you. You’ll have a great view of my ass in the mirror. You love my ass don’t you, honey?”

CHAPTER 22

OCTAVIA

“Fuck, yes.” Nathan’s breathy groan made Octavia smile and she crossed her legs tightly under her desk. She was painting a picture of a change room, but in her mind he was kneeling beneath her desk, his hot mouth on her while people in the office went about their day beyond her door. She had never done anything like this, but apparently Nathan brought something out in her she didn’t know existed. She’d been getting to know herself right along with him.

“You’re so hard for me,” she teased.

“Only for you.” He panted.

She liked this, being on the other side of this conversation. She also liked that he was allowing her to be in charge.