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“Get off the internet and start writing,” she came into my office and told me for the twentieth time that day.

I hadn’t even been focused on my computer screen, internet or no. I’d been spaced out and thinking about her. She’d turned me down twice and no meant no, so I didn’t need to tell her what had really been plaguing me.

Instead I played along. “This is important,” I told her, just to rile her. “It’s research.”

“You said you’d say that.”

“That does sound like something I’d say about me.”

She bit her lips, trying not to smile, and I gripped the edge of my desk.

She wasn’t done, the pint-sized hellion. “If you don’t give me five hundred words in the next hour, you’re going to have to run naked along the fence of your entire property.

I stared at her. “You’re telling me to go streaking? As a deterrent?”

She nodded, eyes glinting. “Chop chop, cupcake.”

She walked away, and it took a lot not to go after her.

I met the word count goal, even brought my laptop into her office to rub it in.

She was bent over her desk, ass facing me. She was wearing a skirt, and thanks to me it wasn’t a tent that went down to the floor. I even caught a glimpse of the back of her thighs. And the shape of her ass… I could barely look at it, the way the fitted skirt hugged her curves.

She moved, wiggling a bit as she wrote something on a notepad.

My mind went wild, picturing those plump, ripe, fuckable breasts in my hands while I took her from behind.

Well, shit.

I set my laptop down on a side table quietly. I snuck up on her because I wanted to see what was making her wiggle like that.

She was drawing. Already formed was a precise depiction of Mayhem the Unicorn.

I couldn’t tell what he was doing so I moved closer and leaned over her to look.

I shifted forward a bit more, my hips straining at her in spite of my brain telling them to stop, but they had a mind of their own. If she’d just back into me so I could feel her, just a little.

The rest of the picture took shape as I moved close. The blue unicorn was back, holding a handful of balloons and floating high in the sky. He looked extremely stressed out, eyes popping out of his head.

Below were the little pink unicorn and Mayhem, pointing and laughing. It was all very expressive and just precious. I loved it.

“You know,” I mused into her ear, “it seems like Mayhem does more bullying himself than actually preventing it. You have a confused message for your unicorn.”

She turned her head to look at me and pursed her mouth, another tell that she was trying not to smile.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you wanted to look at it, she also moved her ass just far enough back to brush against my aching cock.

I put my hands on her hips, to push them away, probably, eventually, maybe, but she straightened just then and actually leaned against me, looking back and up, up, up at me.

“The thing you call love,” I said. I just couldn’t shut up. “What it really is is intimacy combined with sex, and we can have that without making it fiction.”

“You know what the most amazing thing about you is?” she asked idly.

I started to preen. Oh how I loved hard-earned compliments. “My abs? My biceps?”

She scoffed. “No. You’re not even warm.”

“My dreamy, bright blue eyes?”