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Snagging my hot chocolate, I left the front office and gave Seb a brief, nervous smile as I passed him. He just nodded, sipping his coffee, and I resisted the urge to glance back as I made my way down the corridor.

What’s he going to teach me first?

I hoped it was dicksucking. Not that I was, like, eager to suck Seb’s dick or anything. I was just eager to suck a dick. And the one I’d be sucking just so happened to be attached to Seb. Was that irony? I didn’t know if that was the right word—there was that ancient song that people got all annoyed about because the stuff mentioned wasn’t actually ironic or whatever—but I was gonna go with irony. It was just ironic that the dick I was going to be sucking was Seb’s dick. Or something. I’d forgotten what my point was.

The important thing to focus on was that soon—fuck, I hoped soon—I’d have a dick in my mouth.

Seb’s dick.

Ironically.

Chapter Five

Anticipation

Larkin

Holt didn’t get drunk very often, but when he decided to, he went hard.

As his dedicated and conscientious assistant, I always stayed sober when he got drunk. I figured it was my job to keep him out of too much trouble, because he tended to have really stupid ideas when he’d been drinking.

Like photocopying his balls and plastering them everywhere in Taylor’s workplace.

I mean, I did think it was hilarious too, but I didn’t say it. Mainly because I wasn’t sure whether Seb found it funny, and I didn’t want him to think I was as juvenile as our boss and change his mind about being my fuckletics instructor.

Taylor had accepted the job at Goliaths. To celebrate, the pair of them had started drinking champagne. And hadn’t stopped.

Like the first night they’d met, they’d eventually decided to go upstairs and fuck around in the HutSec Corporation office, giggling like a pair of kids as they poured carton after carton of the almond milk I’d had to go out and buy into the breakroom sink.

Honestly, I was a little disappointed by their lack of prank creativity. They’d gotten all weird and horrified by my flaming bag of poop idea. Well, okay, they’d been horrified when I’d emerged from the bathroom holding a bag of my poop, which, looking back… Fuck, I hoped Seb hadn’t overheard that whole exchange from outside the door. Pooping in a bag was not sexy. Not that I cared about being sexy for him, but I still needed him to want to fuck me and stuff.

I was sitting behind HutSec’s front desk playing on my phone and Seb was leaning against the wall doing a crossword while we waited for Holt and Taylor to stop being drunken messes with their weak-ass pranks. Neither of us were even looking at Holt, but he drunkenly ordered us to look away and protect his modesty while Taylor helped him sit his naked ass down on the photocopier.

I was not interested in seeing my boss’s junk, so I didn’t even look up. I wasn’t even really doing anything on my phone, just staring down at it, because I was super aware of Seb standing a short distance away. I kind of wanted to talk to him, but now wasn’t the time to discuss our upcoming sex lessons. Our boss was in the room with us. And half-naked.

Despite ordering us to look away so we didn’t see his balls, Holt then told me to help him and Taylor distribute the copies around the office. Sighing, I heaved myself up and dragged my feet on the way over, relieved to see my boss once again fully dressed.

“Your nutsack is pierced?” I asked, grabbing one of the copies and shooting him an impressed look. “Noice, boss.” I peered back down at the paper, cocking my head. “Balls are a little uneven, though.”

“No, they’re not.” Holt snatched the copy out of my hand defensively. “Shut up. They’re fine.”

“They’re amazing,” Taylor told me, his eyes a little unfocused. Deciding I didn’t want to hear any more about my boss’s testicles, I grabbed a load of copies and moved away to start distributing them.

“Wait!” Holt turned to look at Taylor with a sloppy grin. “I should autograph them first.”

Taylor snickered, already looking around for a pen. “That’s such a good idea.”

It actually didn’t seem like the best idea, seeing as they were technically vandalising a corporate office. Hesitantly, I spoke up. “Maybe not your full name though, boss.”

“Yeah, yeah, I like that.” Holt shot me a fingergun. “Keep some of the mystery.”

Wordlessly handing back the stack of photocopied balls, I turned and retreated to the front desk. But I didn’t sit down this time. My belly clenching, I leaned against the wall beside Seb as casually as possible.

“Good job he doesn’t do this often, huh?” I let out what I hoped was a light and breezy chuckle.

Seb huffed, not looking up from his crossword. “Yep.”

Trying not to fidget, I stared absently at Holt as he signed each photocopy with a flourish, before Taylor started going around the office leaving them on desks.