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"You don't think it's weird that I, your assistant, am here in your bed wearing your T-shirt?"
"No." He shakes his head. "Maybe this is just our way of getting to know each other."
I stare at him and just roll my eyes. "Okay, stop changing the subject. Let me hear the song."
"Okay. Well, the beat goes something like..." He pauses and hums for a couple of seconds before he starts singing. "There she was in the Skye, dancing in the clouds. Boom, boom, boom. That's the drum solo by the way," he says, and I just nod.
"Continue."
"She's bouncing. Look, she's high. She doesn't want to know me, but I want to slip my arms around her."
"You were singing this at seventeen years old?"
"I was a horny seventeen-year-old boy," he says, grinning. "I was singing way worse than this."
"Oh, so you're not horny now that you're in your thirties?"
He stares at me for a couple of seconds and shifts in the bed. "Um, do you really want me to answer that question?"
"I don't know. Do you want to answer that question?" I say, as he shifts closer to me.
"I don't know. You tell me."
I swallow hard as I feel his thigh next to me. His arm reaches around and plays with my hair. I feel his hand on my hip, moving my T-shirt up slightly.
"What are you doing?" I ask, swallowing hard.
"Just checking if you still have your panties on," he says, softly, as his fingers run across the material of my panties and up to my waist.
He strokes my skin softly and I just stare at him. I reach over and touch his chest, running my fingers down the smattering of hair to his abs.
"How often do you work out?" I whisper as I run my fingers across his taut muscles.
"Every day, or at least I try. What about you?" he asks as he runs his fingers down the side of my back and squeezes my ass.
"Not that often," I admit. "Though, I always say I'm going to work out more."
"Maybe we can go to the gym sometime?" he asks, and I just stare at him.
"Maybe."
He leans forward and kisses me on the forehead, his hand still on my ass, so I run my fingers down the side of his thigh and squeeze his buttocks. He shifts closer to me, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into him. I can feel his hardness pushed up against my belly. His leg wraps over mine and he reaches behind my head and pulls my face toward him. His lips are close to mine as he stares into my eyes.
"I hope you have a good night."
"What?" I say, blinking at him in confusion.
"I said I hope you have a good night." He kisses me on the forehead again and drops his arm away.
"You want to sleep like this?" I say, staring at him, shifting slightly.
"You want to be small spoon?"
I nod and turn around so that my back is facing him. This is way too intimate. I feel his arm wrap around my waist and he pulls me back into him so that his cock is now pressed up against my ass cheeks. His hand is now settled on my stomach. I can feel my hair pressed against his face and I wonder if it's tickling him.
"Goodnight, Skye," he says.
"Night, Kingston," I say, even though I'm nowhere close to feeling ready to go to sleep.
