May 15, 2017 by Evelyn Summers
“Mal…” She looks up at me, her expression needy. “I… I’m not stupid. I know you want me. And you know I want you.”
“And, I get that you don’t have relationships. Right now… everything with Adam. It’s messy. I don’t want messy again. We work together. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I won’t give up this job for anything.”
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
“God, no.” Her fingers dig into my arms. “I do. I want to be fucked so badly.” Her cheeks flush. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
I shake my head. “I fucking love that you said that.”
“I want you, Mal. God… I’ve… last night… so many nights. But I can’t lose this job.”
“The job is yours. I don’t go back on my word.”
“What if this gets messy?”
“It’s still yours.” I drag my fingers through her hair. “We can wait until after the shoot.”
All the happiness in her expression drains. “That’s far away. Could be a month. Or two.”
Fuck, the need in her voice calls all my attention. “I don’t want complicated, but I want you. I can’t fucking remember the last time I liked someone.”
“Like high school like? You like like me?”
“Yeah.” It’s probably been since high school. “I want this to be a regular thing. I want to show you so much fucking pleasure.” I drag my fingers through her hair. “But you have to understand. There are no strings here. The second either one of us wants to walk, it’s over.”
“The second this gets complicated, that one of us develops feelings—”
I nod. “Yeah.”
She stares back at me. “No harem?”
“Yeah.” Fuck, I can’t believe it either. I’ve never had an exclusive fuck buddy. But now is the time. I don’t want to break any more hearts. This is less complicated.
“How long?” she asks.
“Until we leave for our US tour in October.”
“Or until one of us wants to walk.”
She lets out a soft murmur as she leans into my touch.
“What do you say, Lacey? You want to be my one and only fuck buddy?”