Chapter Thirty –Six

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Peter tilted is head, studying me.

Unable to hold his gaze, I returned to the changes I'd been working on.

Professional.

Friends.

He cleared his throat, and I felt him walk away, then return with a cup of coffee and a cherry Danish in hand.

He set his cup down and motioned at the board.

"Yeah, that works. I think you've nailed it."

I looked up.

Big mistake, huge.

The glaze from the Danish frosted his mouth.

He finished the last bite, licking his lips, then sucking the residual sugar off his fingers.

I wanted to weep.

My dick did.


Back in a couple hours - my heathens think I should feed them. I keep telling them not on days that end in 'Y'