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Ash:Wow. That’s bad. That’s truly dreadful, baby. If I were in bed with you, I’d be keeping that mouth of yours busy, distracting you from your terrible puns.
Nyx:Oh yeah, what would you do?
Ash:Your choice… my lips on yours or my cock in your mouth. Either way, you won’t be thinking of puns.
Nyx:Truthfully, I’d choose Asher. I’ve never gone down on a man before, and I’ve always wondered if it’s something I might enjoy. I like the idea of driving someone crazy.
Ash:Nyx, you aren’t a virgin, are you?
I smile to myself, my heart twisting painfully. I’m not, but despite that, I’ve never had truly fulfilling sex. I’ve never even orgasmed with a man, but that’s probably got more to do with me than them… I’m not the type of woman that’d turn anyone on, that’d make someone want to put effort into my pleasure.
Nyx:No, I’m not.
Ash:There’s something sexy about getting to be your first, Nyx. Knowing my dick is the only one to have ever touched your lips… fuck yes.
I squirm underneath my sheets, my heart racing. The thought never appealed to me, but somehow a small part of me wants to bring Ash to his knees.
Nyx:I wonder what Asher would taste like… I kind of want to find out.
Ash:Ok well, you managed to kill my boner and revive it within two seconds flat. We’re not calling it Asher. We’re not. I won’t be able to get it up if you do.
Nyx:I’m adding impotence to my list, right along with overcompensating.
Ash:Baby, I can’t wait to prove you wrong.
I smile to myself, surprised at how quickly Ash managed to turn my night around. We’ve known each other for years, and part of me wishes we’d gotten closer a lot sooner. I wonder what he’d think of me if we ever met in person… would he be disgusted by me the way Brad was? Online I can pretend to be whoever I want, but would Ash ever be interested in me in real life?
I doubt it.
20
Grayson
The lights are on in the house when I walk in, and I wonder if I’ll ever get used to that. It’s been a little over a month, and it still surprises me to find Aria waiting for me at home. Will I ever get used to having someone to come home to?
Aria pops her head into the hallway and I smile. She looks cute as hell, and when she smiles at me, my heart constricts in a way it’s never done before. “I thought I heard you,” she says, walking up to me.
She grabs my hand and pulls me along. “Come on, I’m starving.”
I let her drag me through the house until she all but pushes me into a chair in the dining room.
My eyes follow her through the room as she sets down bowls of salad and pasta. She’s wearing another oversized T-shirt that she’s swimming in, and I wonder if she realizes how sexy she looks in it. It’s shapeless and doesn’t remotely mold to her body, but it just makes me wonder what’s underneath even more. I shouldn’t be thinking about Aria like that, but it gets harder to push those thoughts away with each passing day.
She’s always here, always in my space, her presence filling my every thought. She’s at work with me, dazzling my team, and then she’s at home with me, dazzlingme. I find myself seeking her out when I shouldn’t, and every day, I look forward to going home and getting to have her to myself.
“I can help, you know?” I say. “You don’t have to do everything yourself, sweetheart. Besides, you definitely shouldn’t be waiting for me to eat. Sometimes I get so lost in work and meetings I lose track of time.”
Aria smiles and shakes her head. “It’s okay, Gray. I enjoy this. It makes me feel like I’m not just freeloading here, you know? If you won’t let me pay rent, then you have to at least let me do this. Besides… you’ve done so much for me. I don’t know how to repay you.”
“You don’t need to repay me. I don’t keep score.” And if I did, Aria would always come out ahead. She has no idea how much she’s changed the trajectory I was on. Seeing her work so hard at being happy and building a future for herself when she was just a teenager inspired me endlessly. It made me want to work harder and dream bigger. She’s always meant more to me than she realizes, and she always will.
“Try this,” she tells me, filling my plate.
I do as she says, unable to keep my eyes off her. She grins at me and leans in, and my eyes drop to her chest. Is she not wearing a bra? I tug on my tie, pulling it loose. She’s beautiful, and she doesn’t even realize it.
“Do you think it’s possible?” she asks, and I blink. Her expression falls, and I realize I just missed what she was saying, lost in thoughts of her.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “What was that?”
