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He’s far more fascinating, far more intriguing.
I can’t continue to do this. I need to find relief in appropriate places.
Tomorrow, I’ll find a solution. I have to. Or I may end up losing my job.
Chapter Two
Everly
“Hey, Austin, how’s life?” I greet the guy who works at the coffee cart on campus. His dark copper hair is combed neatly to the side and his freckles seem even more pronounced in the sunlight. How that’s possible, I don’t even know. But the dude is super cool, quiet and shy as hell but makes an amazing cup of coffee. Probably whispers some kind of magic spell into each cup he makes. I swear, I’ve never tasted anything like it.
“What book are you reading today?” I ask. I met Austin last fall after I noticed him reading a book on his break. And hell, I do love a good book.
His cheeks flush and he glances down, looking a little embarrassed. “Oh, just the same thing I usually read.”
“Yeah, but like what kind?”
This guy. I swear, he reads a book a day. And let me tell you, those romance novels are raunchy as fuck. He lent me one a few months ago from his reading app with a few of the sluttiest lines highlighted, and I read the hell out of it. Couldn’t put it down.
Got hard too. Never read about sex like that, and I was there for it. The way the author described dicks…very inventive. And the number of times the guys came was inspiring. I wish I was so virile.
Like Dr. Sinclair. He came untouched.
Is he just super sensitive, or did I make him do that by just existing?
The thought of it is thrilling.
Impressive was one word for it. I had to leave after that dance and jerk off in the bathroom before the next set.
My co-workers knew exactly what I was doing in there too. They mocked me relentlessly.
But I digress, back to romance novels. I’m a sucker for them, even if I don’t believe in the concept. I’m not a romantic guy, not like Austin seems to be, given all the swoony lines he highlighted. But I sure do love the smut in some of the books I’ve read.
Lots of jerk-off fodder.
Like that buttoned-up professor I’m working for, who’s totally off-limits, but I can’t help but think of when I put my hand down my pants.
“A monster romance, actually.”
“Oh yeah? That’s cool. Does he have a monster dong?”
“Two actually,” he says, and I let out a loud, unexpected laugh.
“Damn, that’s one lucky partner he has.”
“Yeah. Anyways,” he says, his cheeks flushing red. “Same thing you normally get?”
“Yeah, man. Same,” I say and then lean forward. “But serious talk now, you got any of the good stuff for me?”
His cheeks darken, and he bites his bottom lip. I sound like I’m asking for drugs and it kind of feels like it too. I have an obsession with smut.
“I do. Let me make your drink, and I can give you the name of one. Wrote it down just for you.”
“Awesome,” I reply and then move to the other side of the counter to wait. As I do, I watch people in line, captivated by how people behave. Humans are such fascinating creatures.
“Here you go,” Austin says, turning my attention back to him. His eyes are lowered as he hands me a piece of paper and the coffee. I clasp both tightly.
“I’ll download it and read the fuck out of this,” I tell him, and he peeks up at me and grins.