Ryder
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I rush back home to change into something other than my suit, something more comfortable, more homely.
By 8pm I’m back at her place, with ice cream and pizzaz
She opens the door, wearing a shirt, the one i lent her a couple of days ago when she spent the night at my house, drunk.
It stops mid-thigh, and her legs are bare. Smooth. Soft. Way too tempting. I nearly drop the pizza box and ice cream in my hand.
“Hi,” she says sweetly, stepping aside.
She’s acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Like she doesn’t know I’ve been fighting off a hard-on since last night.
“Hey,” I mutter, forcing my eyes up to her face. Big mistake. Her lips are glossed. Shiny. Kissable.
This is going to be a long f*****g stream.
Maya grabs the box from me and heads toward her desk, hum
