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“You were fantastic,” Gwen said, as she kept stroking his back. Gwaine was always the one to offer praise or a kind word and, for once, she wanted him to be on the receiving end of a compliment. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed down at her. “So, do I get the job?” “Um, job…?” “You know, the position of your personal sex servant.” He nibbled on her neck, making her laugh. “What do you say?” “I’m not sure I could afford you. How much do you charge?” “As long as I get to touch and admire that beautiful body of yours, I work for free.” “In that case, you’re hired.” Gwaine rolled onto his back, took Gwen’s hand, and kissed it. “I am a lucky man, because you have the perfect pussy.” “Ugh.” Gwen shook her head. “I hate that …show more content…

They were coworkers, which would be a disaster, or women who worked at the court house. Of course, there was Elena, and her adored her, but shifting their relationship to a friends-with-benefits situation would likely destroy what they had. Awful idea. The only other option was one of those dating apps, and that just did not appeal to him. He mulled over the Elena situation again. What if they did it once, and if it turned out to be a disaster, they’d admit it, laugh, then carry on as friends? Would that be possible? He closed his eyes and pictured tearing off her blouse, unclasping her bra, and cupping her breasts. The vision did nothing for him. He’d begun to view her as more of a sister. He was screwed. Irritated and frowning, Arthur rose for the day. He dragged on a T-shirt and athletic shorts before wandering out to the kitchen for coffee. Maybe he would have Elena help him make a dating profile. Shouldn’t he at least try? The worst that could happen was a lousy date or two. Then he pictured sitting across a restaurant table from some pretty, but vapid woman, a woman who was not Gwen, and he tossed up his hands. “Forget it. Might as well become a monk.” He poured himself a mug of coffee, added cream, then he lumbered toward the deck. Maybe a brisk breeze and some autumn sunshine would straighten out his shitty mood. On his way down the hallway, he heard groaning from Tristan’s bedroom, which scared Arthur. Tristan had just gotten out of the

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