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Josh
“Don’t pull into that spot. Keep going.” Serge instructed as we navigated the parking deck on Grace Street. I kept inching forward until I saw the reason why. Of course, he had a reserved spot with his name on it.
“Perks.” He winked at me, then after I cut the car off I dropped the keys in his outstretched hand. God, the simple act of his winking at me made my c**k twitch.
“Must be nice.” I sighed, then reluctantly got out of the luxury car and retrieved my cello and sheet music from the back seat. Damn it, I didn’t want the last twenty-four hours to end, wanted us to go back to the sensual world we’d created under his cobalt colored silk sheets. When I shut the car door and turned toward the elevator, I noticed a couple of guys from the brass section eyeing Serge and I as they
