“Hah, right, sleep, like that’s going to happen…” I forced myself to walk slowly over to the couch and sat, grabbed the blanket then lay down, realizing that it really was big enough for two. “C’mere.”
“Why?” She crossed her arms.
“Just do it.”
With a huff, she made her way over. When she was close enough, I grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her into the couch, wrapping my body around her and settling in to cuddle.
Something I rarely did with anyone.
“What’s happening right now?” she whispered.
“I’m testing the couch.”
She wiggled her ass a bit, leaning back into my arms. “Right, then…”
She moved again.
I groaned. “What’s happening right now?”
“I’m testing the self-control of the other intern…” I could feel her smile. “You know, if you break first, I get the job.”
“So you’ve decided you can’t get it on your own, ergo, you’re going to stroke my dick until I pass out, then tie me to the couch and show up by yourself, showing Max that you’re more punctual?”
“Good story.” She moved again.
I braced an arm around her, my teeth nipping her ear. “I’d stop if I were you before I actually decide to tug down those leggings.”
A whimper escaped her lips.
She kept moving.
And I kept wondering why I needed so much self-control in the first place? I mean, we were alone, and technically we needed to test the, uh, durability of all things in the apartments, right?
“I mean, we don’t want to fail a test,” she whispered.
“I hate failure,” I agreed.
She sighed. “Is it weird that the gecko is watching us from the living room table?”
“Super weird,” I said. “It’s like he’s making eye contact.”
“I wonder if this is like porn to him?” she asked.
“The more you stare, the more he stares. It’s like he froze and— what the hell are you talking about? Do you watch lizards fuck and get your rocks off?” I laughed, and then I couldn’t stop as she squirmed against me.
I held her close as tears slid down my cheeks.
“Damn it, Mark! Now I’m thinking about lizard sex!”
She elbowed me dangerously close to my dick and tried to scramble away.
I grabbed her again and pressed a kiss to her neck. “I think I like hating you.”
“Feeling’s mutual— And… now my erection’s gone because Little G just winked. I swear he winked at us.” She scrambled back. “You think there’s a mic or a tiny camera or something in his cage?”
We both froze.
Little G stared at us as if saying, “you’ll never know.”
“At least turn his cage around,” I suggested.
She leaned in, his mouth opened.
I sighed. “He’s hungry again, demolished a few of those Zoo Med snacks that came in the bedazzled bag.”
“The instructions said to feed him a worm.” Olivia looked over her shoulder at me. “He has snacks?”
“He’s the most spoiled gecko on the planet, so yes, numerous snacks, lots of variety, quite interesting. I left the worms for you. Don’t worry, though, I Googled all the snacks just in case that was part of the test, and now, even though I’m thinking about taking off all your clothes and putting duct tape over your mouth… you know, just in case I make you scream too loud, and someone thinks I’m murdering you in here… I need to sleep and get ready for our first test or game or whatever it is tomorrow, fucking Emory games.”
Slowly she sat up then turned to me. Her hair was so pretty as it kissed her breasts; her lips looked almost swollen. “Try not to have any wet dreams while I’m walking around.”
“Yes, how embarrassing…almost as embarrassing as falling asleep on someone’s…oh wait a second!” I snapped my fingers.”
She smacked me in the chest then shoved me down against the couch again, straddling me with her gorgeous tan legs.
I gripped her hips and ground her body down on mine; even through the blanket I could feel her heat.
Her lips parted as her head fell back, exposing her neck, her body moving over mine in urgency.
I didn’t plan on dry humping her on my boss’s couch, just like I didn’t plan on putting a leash on a gecko. Maybe the best moments are the ones that surprise you.
Maybe the best moments are spontaneous, with a girl you hate but can’t get enough of and want more and more despite how annoying she was.
What was happening to me?
She bit down on her lip and let out a little sob collapsing against me while I was still hard as a rock. “You bastard.”
“You’re welcome.”
Another smack on the chest and then. “Did the gecko see?”
“Everything.”
“If he has to go to therapy, you’re paying,” she grumbled.
I rubbed her back in small circles, then whispered, “Worth it.”
Within minutes she was snoring.
And Little G looked like he needed another walk.
With a curse, I slowly disentangled our bodies, laid her on the couch, and pulled the blanket over her, then went to grab a snack for Little G. I dropped it in his cage and whispered, “No telling Max.”
And I swear on all that’s holy, that damn lizard, nodded his head.
Chapter Eight
Olivia
“Welcome!” Max was wearing a mint grin suit with a white V-neck shirt underneath as he spread his arms wide from his office. “To the Emory Games!”
“Do we applaud?” I whispered under my breath to Mark.
He shot me a wink. “You applaud for his announcement and not your orgasm? I’m disappointed, Olivia.”
I felt my cheeks heat. Damn it! How was I supposed to hate a guy that not only semi-forced me to ride out an orgasm but actually let me have an extra hour of sleep before taking care of the damn gecko!
“I trust Little G did well with you both?” Max nodded toward the small cage on the table.
“He was an absolute joy, sir.” Mark cleared his throat.
I snorted. The little shit really was afraid of the fridge; every time he saw his reflection, he ran, and I had to run after him at five a.m. Exhausted, I ran into a chair twice and scraped my knee on the table in an effort to stop the stupid gecko not to hide under the couch…again.
If this was like having kids, then, well, no more sex for me!
Not that I had unprotected sex on the regular, but still man, I was so tired.
I swayed on my feet a bit.
“…and then you’ll be expected to answer the trivia questions in order to gain enough points for the day. Remember, at the end of the internship, you’ll need at least five hundred points. You’ll have daily competitions, and of course, you’re not only competing against each other but yourselves.”
“He’s crazy,” Mark said under his breath, smile still plastered on his face.
“Yup,” I agreed.
“So please, each of you, take a buzzer and your position as we commence with our first Emory Games event!’
“If he says Emory Games one more time…” I muttered.