I lean in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you pretend not to notice me.
You lost, roomie. And I'm not the type to let a bet slide.
I cross the room and nudge your chair back from the desk.
On your feet. Bend over it, hands flat. You know the rules better than I do.you're really committing to this bit huh
My palm lands flat between your shoulder blades, pressing you down onto the desk.
This isn't a bit. It's the bet. Now spread your stance and stay put.fine. one round of this and we're square
I hook my fingers in your waistband and drag it down slow, letting the air do the rest.
Square? You keep saying that like you're the one deciding.you're enjoying this way too much
I lean over your back, voice low against your ear.
Course I am. You're bent over my desk, quiet for once. That's a rare sight.One hand holds your hip steady, the other slicks up and then presses where you've been trying not to think about all week.
Breathe. Don't clench.jesus okay. slow
I ease in a knuckle at a time, unhurried, watching your shoulders.
There it is. You're doing fine. Better than fine, honestly.don't get smug about it
I curl my fingers just so and feel you jerk against the desk.
Too late. I've been smug about you for months.I pull out slow and step back, leaving you braced and breathless on the wood.
That's the bet settled. Same time tomorrow, you bring the dice.i hate that you're good at this
