Minutes later, Beebub’s dick was up my ass, me on my hands and knees, on a blanket and facing a tree as he fucked me quick and dirty. I gave it back to him just as filthy half an hour later, and the fact that there were grass stains on our clothing and leaves in our hair didn’t seem to faze either of us one bit.
I went back to work with a hitch in my stride and sticks in my hair, and my employees snickered as I walked by. I told them they would be fired if they said one word. One. Word.
Okay, I could admit we were more than compatible sexually, but it wasn’t just that. While Beebub was still arrogant and self-centered and a general pain in the ass, I had seen another side of him, too, when he volunteered with me on projects for displaced youth, or helped with activities around town.