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There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that your boyfriends were the handsomest men in the world. You’d known it from the moment you hailed Jake’s cab on a night out and every side to them has only reaffirmed your thoughts.
Right now, Steven was oblivious to your drooling over him from the couch on your shared weekend off. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the book of ancient hieroglyphics, concentrating on finding the right combination to decode a mystery. Meanwhile a mystery was brewing in your head of how he thought it was possibly okay to look so delectable.
In the rare British heat, Steven dons nothing but a pair of gray sweat shorts and a nearly undone short-sleeve button down. If his golden skin rippling with muscles wasn’t enough, you knew those shorts to be Marc’s. A pair usually reserved for workouts or looking slutty around the apartment was now teasing you with its presence on your unsuspecting nerdy boyfriend.
But those weren’t the reason you were squirming at the sight of him.
It was the golden rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He’d bought them just last week after Jake was teasing him about his little red readers. When he’d come home with them on, you’d silently walked him to the bed and jumped his bones before he’d even taken his shoes off. And when asked about the sudden lust, you responded, “You look like a sexy professor in those new glasses.”
Here they were again making your life impossible, and poor Steven was unaware of the beast he’d awoken.
“Whatcha working on, baby?” You ask from your spot on the couch.
“Hello darling, hope you had a good nap,” he greeted sweetly. “Just working on some stuff for Marc, some code that needs deciphering. I think I should be done soon if you want to go out for lunch.”
”Sounds good, some time for me to work up an appetite,” standing from the couch as you said this. Steven hadn’t looked up from his work yet.
”A nice stretch is always good,” he said in agreement, not noticing how you were stalking closer to him. But now you were near enough to see the sheen of sweat over his forehead and chest, making him glow and a warmth pool in your stomach at the sight.
A long sigh got his attention as he finally turned to look at you. You could only smirk as his eyes turned wide realizing how close you were. That distance only lessened as you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him. From behind you, your boyfriend’s hands drop his book on the desk to hold you firmly by the waist.
“A nice stretch sounds perfect,” you practically purred. His Adam's apple gulps at the sound of your sultry voice as he starts piecing together the situation. Eyes are becoming glazed over in staring at your lips, and you almost give him the satisfaction of a kiss before bringing them up to the side of his face. Pressing kisses to his cheeks to soothe his nerves before whispering, “So why don’t you stretch me out, Steven?”
A soft whine escapes his lips as his hips involuntarily buck into yours. The heat between the two of you is already stifling and the growing stiffness in his shorts is suffocating you further with need. Pulling back from his ear, you found him huffing with dazed eyes unsure where to focus. But his hands bore a tight grip on your thighs to keep you in place on his lap.
Your hands cradled Steven’s head to admire the sight of him. His curly hair falling into his vision, his eyes eager, his lips pink and pouting at you to kiss him. But those glasses added a frame around his lusty gaze, a reminder of his intellect that accompanied a thrill of wanting to be thoroughly studied like he does his books. He was mesmerizing. If you had the talent for sculpting, you’d carve him in marble.
“Darling, don’t you think you deserve a break?”
”Oh, absolutely, my love. A break is just what I need.”