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he said and pulled me into the lounge room.
    He sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to him as he flicked on the TV. Taking a deep breath, I sat beside him. He was so comfortable and relaxed, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and although it was so very new to me, he put me at ease.
    His hand casually sat on my thigh, and I felt it burn my skin causing the nerves in my dick to pulse with excitement. He was only touching me on the leg for fuck’s sake, and I felt my cock harden.
    "Is it okay if I put my hand there?" he asked. And I liked the fact he asked. He knew this was new to me, and he didn't want to push me.
    I smiled and puffed my cheeks out as I exhaled loudly. "It’s fine."
    He chuckled. "You're so nervous," he observed. "Relax, Nathan. I’m not about to throw you down on the sofa and have my wicked way with you."
    His words clenched in my stomach, and my breath caught.
    His eyes widened a little. "Do you like how that sounds?" He leaned forward, and his voice was husky when he asked, "Do you want to find out how it feels?"
    I swallowed loudly, and my dick was now fully hard and rather uncomfortable in my jeans. I needed to relieve the pressure because it was bordering on painful. But I didn’t want to dry hump him again, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be naked with him just yet. "I um, have an early start in the morning. I better go upstairs."
    I stood, and his eyes trailed from my face to the prominent erection I was now sporting. I could see his eyes darken. "You have sweet dreams now," he said, and his gaze fixed on mine.
    I picked up the paperwork I'd left on the table earlier that afternoon and ran up the stairs and heard him say, "Goodnight, Nathan," and he chuckled.
    I threw my papers on the desk in my room and headed straight for the shower. I almost groaned in relief when I stripped off my jeans and my cock sprung free. By the time the water was hot enough, the head of my dick was purple. The intensity of my attraction to him, how he made me feel, baffled me.
    A few words, a look of lust in his eyes and I was so fucking hard. Using shower gel as a lubricant, I stroked and pumped myself, relishing the feeling that hummed through me. I’d never been a sexual being. I’d never... fuck, I’d never been so turned on.
    This time instead of picturing Trent on his knees in front of me, I imagined him pushing me down onto the sofa, his body on top of mine. How he'd kiss me, how his hands would touch me, big hands, rough hands, would skim over my chest and hold my waist as his cock would slide against mine.
    That image, that image , of his naked body, his hard cock, was all it took. My whole body lurched, come erupting forcefully from me in long, thick spurts. I squeezed my dick, and God only knew what sounds escaped me. But I came back to earth from my orgasm and found my breathing labored and my forehead against the tiles.
    I dried off, crawled into bed and read through my paperwork until well after midnight. I fell asleep to pictures of a blond haired, blue-eyed man with a beautiful smile flickering through my mind.
    The next morning I was up early again. I took Bentley for a run, and we shared toast for breakfast, then I got dressed for my first day at work.
    I came back into the kitchen and found Trent making two cups of coffee. He looked up at me and hummed approvingly. "Looking good, Doctor Tierney," he smirked. I was dressed in my usual work clothes; dress pants, a button down shirt and tie.
    “Ready for your first day?”
    I nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
    “You’ll do just fine.”
    I let out a shaky breath. “I’m sure I will.” Then I asked, “What’s on your agenda?”
    “More painting,” he said with a smirk. “Bit of this, bit of that.”
    I found myself smiling back at him, just as Bentley trotted up to Trent and looked up at him expectantly. "He’s had breakfast already," I told Trent, "don’t let him tell you otherwise."
    Trent laughed, and I smiled all