'Trying' starts with making peanut butter banana milkshakes with the boy.

"Papa cuts it smaller," he says a matter-of-factly from where he's perched on Tristan's hip, overlooking Sabina's horrid slicing of bananas.

For the boy. He's been bossy—giving out instruction after instruction, watching Sabina's every move wide-eyed. Maybe he's scared she'll poison his milkshake. Or maybe he just thinks Sabina's a newcomer and she needs to be taught their way of making milkshakes. Either way, Sabina finds it cute. "Papa's not making your milkshake, I am," Sabina tells him, but she moves the knife and cuts the fruit into smaller pieces, anyway.

"You wanna put in the milk, buddy?" Tristan asks him.

"Sabina will do it," Brandon says.

"You heard the man," Sabina tells her boyfriend without looking at him, concentrating on not cutting her fingers off. "Alright, done."

The boy makes a face. "That's not small."

Sabina grits her teeth and smiles. "It's going in the blender, the cuts won't matter. How many cups of milk do we put in your milkshake, little guy?"

When they blend in everything together, Brandon's eyes glued to the blender, fascinated at the whirling and the mixing, Tristan helps Sabina clean up the counter, and he puts a hand on her waist to kiss her cheek. "He'll share it with you, don't worry."

Sabina rolls her eyes, smiling, and circles her arms around his neck. "He's bossy like you."

"No. Like you. Imagine what I have to put up with every day—you and him, bossing me around all day."

"You like it when I'm bossy," Sabina murmurs, pressing her mouth to his.

He's still smiling. "Mm. I also like it when you're here with me and Brand."

"Ew!" Brandon exclaims, catching them.

Sabina kisses him again. Tristan laughs, and Brandon covers his eyes.

Tristan's right—Brandon does share his milkshake. "Thank you," he tells Sabina, smiling toothily, sipping his drink with a straw. "Can we go play my games next?"

And trying also means shopping for Christmas gifts while Brandon's spending the day with his aunt and his friends at the park.

"D'you think this'll fit him?" Tristan asks, furrowing his eyebrows. He's raising a blue skirt in the air. "I don't know if he's this small or not."

"Let me see." Sabina takes the skirt and eyes it. "Too small. Hi. Excuse me? Can you ring this in the next size? Thanks."

Tristan smiles at her and interlaces their fingers together. "Well, that's one more down on his wish list."

"And three more to go." Sabina drags him to the counter and fishes out her wallet. "He's gonna grow up spoiled if we get all six."

He circles his arms around her waist and drops a kiss on her head. "I like that you said 'we'," he admits quietly.

"Well, I am paying for half of it, aren't I?" Sabina teases, turning around and cupping his cheek to kiss him on the lips quickly. "And I like his wish list, I want him to have all of it."

He raises an eyebrow. "You just said he's gonna grow up spoiled."

"Regardless of whether we get the gifts or not, he's gonna have a father who's weak for him, so it doesn't matter." Sabina pays for the skirt. Behind her shades, she winks at her boyfriend. "You give him a lot of candy."

He scoffs. "I do not."

"And then you complain when he's high on sugar."

"He has good puppy eyes," he defends himself, clearing his throat.

"Or his Papa's weak for him." Sabina grabs the bag and takes Tristan's hand. "Come on, we're going to the toy store next. He wants, uh." Sabina checks her phone quickly. "Ah, he wants a hula hoop."

They get Brandon all six on his wish list—a new game, a remote-controlled car, a skirt, a hula hoop, and blueberry ice cream. It's not the same as what Tristan's mom makes, but they hope it's close enough.

They leave the gifts in Sabina's car because Brandon would find them so easily in the unit. It's quiet and empty when they come in, and Sabina hugs her boyfriend against the kitchen counter when he reaches for a glass of water. "I had a good day with you," she mutters.

"Me too." He's grinning when he says that. He turns around and cups her face, leaning down to kiss her. "Thank you for shopping with me for Brandon," he whispers, and then he leans down again to kiss her once more.

Sabina smiles in his mouth and fists her hands in his shirt. "Now that the kid has what he wants, what do you want?"

"Me?" He raises his eyebrows. "I don't want a gift."

"Come on." Sabina rolls her eyes. "Everyone wants a gift."

He shrugs. "I don't."

"Baby. Just name something. One. What do you want?"

"Well, what do you want?" he quips, blinking at her.

Sabina shrugs. "I want you to name what you want for Christmas."

He laughs. "You're bossy."

"Mm. I know, that's why you like me."

Tristan kisses her again. "Yeah, I'm nuts." He leans back and checks his watch, then his face pulls up in a frown. "I have to get to my game. You wanna stay or...?"

"I wanna watch you stream." Sabina takes his hand and leads him to his bedroom.

Secretary Tristan, bodyguard Tristan, boyfriend Tristan, book nerd Tristan, father Tristan, and gamer Tristan are all very, very hot. It's unfair. Sabina tells him this, climbing on his lap, just as he ends the stream takes off his headphones. "You're so hot," she murmurs, pulling her shirt off in one swift move. "It's so unfair."

Tristan's grinning, putting his hands on her waist, where her underwear is. "You like me gaming?"

"So hot," Sabina says again, pulling at his own shirt and tosses it aside.

His grin is sexy and smug. "You like me playing football and you like me playing games."

"Ah. Yes. I forgot about football player Tristan."

His eyes shine, and he chuckles while Sabina pulls his pants down. "What?"

"Secretary Tristan, bodyguard Tristan, boyfriend Tristan, book nerd Tristan, father Tristan, gamer Tristan, football player Tristan," Sabina rattles off, kicking her skirt and underwear away. "They're all mine."

His laugh is louder this time, throwing his head back. Sabina leans forward and kisses his throat. "You're an idiot," he breathes, stroking her jaw with his thumb, spreading his legs further.

"Fuck me. Want your cock."

"And a brat." He slides her off him, turns her around, and pushes her against the desk. Sabina arches her back when Tristan's palm harshly meets her bottom, and he pulls her hips back to his front. "Give me your hands."

He circles her wrists behind her back with one hand and pushes her down with the other. Sabina's glad Brandon's not here, because she can't contain her noises.

When they're done, Tristan pulls her underwear back up, kissing her thigh, stomach, chest, and lips. "You make me feel so good," he murmurs, brushing his thumb on her cheek.

Sabina smiles, happily sated. "You do, too."

"Not just this." He threads his fingers in her hair and stares at her. "Not just my body. I just feel good. When I'm with you. When I think about you, when I touch you. It's intoxicating."

Sabina's hands run down his chest. She feels his heart beat strong and fast. "Don't propose to me, Bishop. The answer is no."

Tristan lets out another loud laugh. "Okay, now I know what I want. I want you to spend Christmas Eve with me and Brandon and Ian."

Her pulse jumps, but she keeps her voice nonchalant when she says, "That's me intruding in family time, and I can't leave my Dad alone. I'm also pretty sure Ian would poison me." Sabina pushes him down the bed and hugs him like a koala, inhaling his scent. "And before you suggest that I bring my dad, I know I said I'm trying, but bringing my family and yours together is too..."

"Early. Okay." He caresses her hair and kisses her forehead. "I get it. And Ian's not going to poison you."

"Compromise?" she suggests quietly. "I'll come over the next day. I'll bake cookies with you and him and make hot cocoa."

He smiles at her, nodding. "Okay. Deal."

"And Ian's a surgeon, she cuts people open for a living, I don't know what she's capable of."

His laughter is intoxicating. His scent, his touch. It's not just Tristan who feels good.

Brandon comes home all smiles, and he jumps to hug his Papa before he kicks off his shoes. "Papa!"

"Hey, buddy!" Tristan picks him off the floor and hugs him. "You had fun with your friends and with Aunt Ian?"

He nods excitedly. "She got me ice cream."

Ian closes the door and dumps her keys on the counter. Her smile fades when she sees Sabina on the couch. "Oh. Prissy girlfriend's here."

"Snobby sister's here," Sabina says.

Tristan clears his throat loudly. "Boyfriend and brother here. Let's be civil, ladies."

"She started it," Sabina defends herself childishly.

"Ian, cut it out," Tristan tells his sister, spinning Brandon around.

The brunette rolls her eyes and heads to the kitchen. Sabina grins.

When the kid is put down, he runs over to hug Sabina next. "Hi!"

Sabina ruffles his hair. "Did you fight with anyone?"

He grins, showing his teeth. "No."

"Why not?"

Tristan shakes his head, grinning, and goes to talk to his sister.

Brandon shows Sabina some of the pictures he took with his friends, introducing her to each one. There's Jackson, who's blonde like him but with curly hair. There's Liam, who's the scrawniest out of all of them, and has busted knees. There's Lucy with the round face, wearing a green dress and a green headband, and there's Savannah, whose black hair is up in pigtails and sporting a cute jumper.

He talks a lot about Lucy and Jackson.

"You have a crush? Which one?" Sabina asks him teasingly, poking his belly.

Brandon's entire face flushes. "No!"

"Brandon has a crush, Brandon has a crush," she sings, and yelps when the boy jumps on her to shut her up.

Outside of hanging out at home, Sabina also tags along to Brandon and Tristan's dinner date on Friday after work, and they go to Snow City on Brandon's insistence. Sabina doesn't like the place—it's just fake snow and fake cold, but Brandon enjoys it anyway. (They finally go after Tristan makes sure the kid's bundled up in a jacket, scarf, beanie, and gloves.)

And Sabina and Tristan have to organize their time between being swamped with work, with Brandon being at home for Christmas break, and with each other. Sabina knows Tristan couldn't be happier that she's actually trying now with his child, except it's tiring and frustrating when the kid keeps interrupting them both, and they can't help but grow a little frustrated.

After being with their families during Christmas (Brandon loves the gifts, and the blueberry ice cream isn't the same, but he still likes it. Sabina gets Tristan a special edition of the book he's always wanted, and he gets her a cute pair of sneakers), Sabina spends a lot of time with Tristan, and she likes waking up next to him in his small-ass bed. She likes pressing herself against him lazily, likes his breath on her neck and his voice when he's still heavy with sleep.

Those minutes before Brandon wakes up are a wonder, and both Sabina and Tristan love them.

She kisses him. "Good morning, honey."

Tristan's eyes open slowly, and he pulls her back to him to kiss her again. "Morning, baby."

Sabina grins, hands on his chest.

The longer the kiss is, the rougher and hungrier it gets. Sabina pushes her hands on his waistband and murmurs on his lips, "Wanna blow you."

She watches him glance at the door. It's locked.

"We have time for a quick one," Sabina whispers, pulling his sweatpants down.

"Please," he groans.

And he has his hands in her hair, moaning softly, and Sabina loves how he rocks his hips in her mouth.

"Babe," he gasps. "Kyle, I'm—"

"Papa!"

That makes both Tristan and Sabina freeze.

Brandon's knocking on the door forcefully, calling for his father. Sabina still has her mouth around Tristan.

His eyes are wide and he looks mortified. Sabina sighs and lets go. "Are you kidding me?" she whines, slumping on his shoulder.

"Don't let him in, he'll climb on the bed and I'm still hard," Tristan groans.

Sabina exhales heavily and kisses him. Brandon's knocks are getting louder and faster. "When was the last time?"

Tristan puts his arm on his eyes and grimaces. "Almost a week ago."

"Shit." Sabina pushes the blankets off and stands. "I need you."

Tristan lets out a breathless laugh. "Yeah, me too, I'm fucking hard."

Sabina opens the door. "Hey, little guy!" Sabina picks him up in a quick movement before he can run to the bed, and Brandon giggles. "You're up earlier than usual."

"I'm hungry," the kid says.

"Good, I'm hungry too." She sways him around.

"Papa?" Brandon looks at Tristan.

"Hey, buddy." Tristan tries for a smile.

"Papa's tired," Sabina says, kissing Brandon's cheek. When his head turns, she winks at her boyfriend and Tristan bites his lip, smiling and shaking his head. "But he's hungry, too, so let's make breakfast, okay?"

In the kitchen, Sabina's making eggs while Brandon's sipping on his milk, swinging his legs on a stool, when Tristan comes in with messed-up hair and with his shirt and sweatpants on. He kisses Brandon's cheek and ruffles his hair, and hugs Sabina by the waist while she faces the oven. He squeezes her hip. "I took care of it in the bathroom."

Sabina laughs. "I'm sorry, honey."

He grins. "Thank you for making us breakfast." Tristan kisses her head and goes to join Brandon.

After breakfast, once the kid runs off to brush his teeth, he presses her against the counter and wraps his arms around her again. "I'm so frustrated," he murmurs, pressing himself to her body.

"Mm." Sabina grins, circling her hand around his nape, and his mouth drops to her shoulder, kissing her skin. "Well, I'm right here, but the problem is that the kid's here, too."

He groans. Sabina pushes back against his front and he shudders. "Wanna fuck you," he whispers in her ear.

"And I want you to fuck me, but again, baby, your kid."

Tristan groans again. "Been too long."

Sabina turns around and hugs him. "Why don't we find a night to ourselves and you can come over to my place one night. Ask June to watch Brand for a while." She leans in, brings her hands to his bottom, and squeezes. "We'll have a few hours to ourselves without being interrupted," she whispers in his ear.

His palm moves to cover her neck and he nods, eyes dropping to her lips.

Brandon comes out with his tablet. "Papa, Sabina, play with me!"

Tristan drops his head on her shoulder and chuckles breathlessly. "Remind me that I love my kid."

"You love Brandon." She kisses him on the cheek and pats it. "Go play with him, I'll wash the dishes."

When they do find those few hours to themselves, they don't even make it to wine. Tristan pushes Sabina down on the sofa, hands eagerly pulling at her clothes, moaning in her mouth.

"I feel guilty," he breathes, just as Sabina takes off her bra.

"About what?" She pulls him back in for a kiss.

Tristan kisses her deep, pulling back with a smack, and says, "Isn't it selfish I asked my babysitter to come over just so I can have sex?"

It makes Sabina grin. "Don't talk about other women while you're about to rail me."

She has her hands on his hair, fisting them, eyes rolling to the back of her head, while he holds her hips down and spreads her legs apart, kissing her thigh, the inside of her thigh—when the security code beeps.

Tristan raises his head, wide-eyed.

"You have got to be kidding me," Sabina seethes, grabbing a throw pillow to cover Tristan up.

"Sab, what are you—ah!" MJ screams, turning around lightning-fast Sabina's afraid she broke her neck. "Jesus, put some underwear on, Sab."

"You've seen me naked plenty of times."

"Not with your boyfriend here. Hey, Tristan."

"Hi," Tristan says awkwardly, raising his hand. He goes to put on his underwear but Sabina kicks it aside, shaking her head.

"There's this thing called calling ahead, Mary Jane," she snaps. "What do you want?"

Back facing them, the ginger raises her hands. She's bringing wine. "I texted you and asked if you wanted to watch a movie and hang out because Andy's not here yet, but I can see that you're busy."

"Very." Sabina's jaw ticks. Is this what they do? Barge in on each other when they're about to get down and dirty with their partners?

Tristan puts his hand on her hip and squeezes it. "It's okay. I can leave."

"No. You stay." She points to MJ. "You. Is it an emergency? Do you need me? Be honest."

She tilts her head to the side. "Well, I need you so I can get wasted—"

"You leave. Out now."

MJ's grinning when she says, "Alright." She whistles, turning the door knob. "Get it, girl."

Sabina hurls a pillow at her. "I will, so out. Now."

When MJ's gone, Sabina grits her teeth and brings Tristan to the bedroom.

"Yeah, you know, that scene back there made me go soft."

"That's not a problem," Sabina mutters, dropping to her knees.

Tristan huffs out a laugh before it turns into a groan, hanging his head back.

Afterwards, he goes to clean her up. And then he comes back to check his phone for any messages or calls from June, and Sabina bites her lip and hugs him. Tristan circles his arm around her waist, breath fanning her cheek, tossing the phone aside.

"Your bed is big," he says, chuckling.

"Yeah. Yours is so small."

Tristan raises himself on his palms and frowns. There's a pinch in between his eyebrows.

Sabina raises her own and strokes his face. "What? Sorry, did I offend you?"

"No, no. Not that." He rolls off of her and sighs, pulling her to him.

Sabina swings her leg over his. "Okay. Why are you cranky? Where's your post-orgasm glow?"

He laughs once. "I'm basking in it. I was just...I was just wondering. The next time we want to do this—have uninterrupted sex without worrying about the door or the noise or the time...we have to do this all over again? Find a decent time, ask June to babysit, hope your friends don't come in..."

"Yeah, I guess." Sabina curls her fingers in his hair. "Is it too much work for you?"

"No. Not for me. I was wondering if it was too much work for you."

Because Sabina likes sex easy. She likes it often, she likes it a lot, and she likes it with no complications.

Dating Tristan is already complicated. Having sex with him becomes complicated, too.

Sabina faces him and plops her chin on her hands above his chest. She gives him a smile. "I know you think I'm high-maintenance, but that doesn't mean I'm a 24/7 horny bitch."

"I didn't say that—"

"I know," Sabina whispers, kissing him. "I know what you meant. It just makes me feel like, sometimes, I'm not trying hard enough to show you how much I want you."

"No, that's the thing," Tristan argues, sitting up. He pushes his back against the headboard, pulling Sabina on his lap. "You have been trying. A lot. And I appreciate that a lot, thank you," he whispers, brushing her cheek with his fingers. "It just...I don't know, it just worries me how I'm not doing enough for you when you're doing so much for me."

"Okay, you gotta stop with making it seem like a competition." Sabina sits up and clears her throat. She puts up one finger. "One, I'm with you because I want to be. Two, I'm trying with Brandon because I genuinely like him, and because I enjoy spending time with him. Three, I'll put in the work if you do, too. I don't care if we have to do—" she gestures around wildly with her hands, "—all this to have sex. What I do care about is that we do. Have sex. At all. Because I love it with you."

Tristan's eyes smile before his lips do. He leans closer to her and plants a sweet kiss on her mouth. "Okay," he murmurs, kissing her again.

Sabina bites his lip. She pulls back and says, "I know we haven't talked about it, but about Heath..."

Her boyfriend shakes his head. "We don't have to, Kyle—"

"No, I..." Sabina swallows. "I didn't tell you because...not because you're not important to me. You are, you know that already. But because I just felt...I felt guilty and ashamed that I did that, I slept with a married man after you left, and I...I just didn't think it was worth mentioning to you because talking about him makes me feel disgusted and used."

"Okay." Tristan nods, brushing his thumbs on her skin. "Okay, I understand. Let's not talk about him anymore, then."

Sabina nods, pressing her forehead to his. "Thank you," she murmurs. "There's one more thing."

"Hm?"

"You said..." Sabina inhales. "You said we can go public when..."

"Ah." Tristan looks at her, searching her face. His eyes are concerned. "You want to?"

Sabina decides to be honest. "I don't want to keep hiding," she says firmly. "And I don't want to keep wearing shades when we go out, or driving far away to places where there's less people so I can't be recognized. But...there's Brandon to consider." She takes a deep breath and puts her hands on his chest. "I understand if you don't want to because it's his safety on the line. He's a child, he's seven, and he doesn't deserve getting followed by cameras or—or stalkers or journalists. I don't want him to be something the media is going to dig on."

Tristan nods once. "Because they will."

"They will." Sabina takes a deep breath. "Unless I make it clear in interviews and press releases, and have my legal and PR teams ready. But, again, Tristan...you're the parent. And I'll go with whatever you choose."

Tristan stares at her. His fingers grip her waist. "You're a good mom," he finally mumbles.

Not you would be a good mom. Not you can be a good mom if you want to. But you're a good mom. To Brandon.

Sabina swallows hard. She plays with his hair at the back of his neck, and whispers, "I had an abortion before."

He blinks at her. "Was it mine?"

"No." She shakes her head. "I would've told you if it were, but it was right after college, and MJ and Andy were there, and my dad, too. And you have no obligation to knowing this, because it's my personal thing, but I just wanted to let you know. Because of what you said."

He gives her a smile and tucks her hair behind her ear. "It doesn't change what I think, Sabina. You're still a good mom."

Sabina bites her lip and hugs him.

Tristan continues, "Is it..." He inhales shakily. "Is it okay if we wait to go public until I'm at South Bend Press?"

Sabina blinks. "You got the interview?"

His lips twitch. "Just a schedule."

Sabina kisses him hard. "Of course," she breathes, grinning. "Yeah, of course."

"It gives us more time," he says, smiling. "And...I'd feel more settled about Brand, and it'd be better if I weren't your employee. People might get the wrong idea and say I was just doing it because I wanted to get ahead, and I don't want to ruin your reputation like that, either."

She's happy. "Okay."

Tristan stares at her. He takes another shuddering breath, and then he whispers, "Okay."

*

Later, she texts her friends in their group chat. I think we need to establish some rules about having each other's security codes :)

Andy replies immediately. Agreed.

MJ's contact picture appears. Yup. no intention of seeing tristan naked ever again.

*

The second time they find themselves scrambling for a chance to touch each other, it's after Sabina's runway show.

She just nailed her walk, catching her boyfriend in the audience at the corner of her eye, and she feels amazing, like the adrenaline's still pumping in her veins. She's over the moon, but it's clear Tristan isn't.

They've made arrangements for him to stay the night—Ian would be taking over for Brandon. Sabina puts a hand on his knee and asks quietly, "Honey. You okay?"

"Hm?" He looks dazed, but when he focuses on her, he smiles and shakes his head, interlacing their fingers together. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry." Tristan brings her hands to his lips and kisses her knuckles. Reverently, he whispers, "You did amazing."

Sabina grins. "'Course I did."

"You were the best tonight."

"You know just what to say to get in my pants, Bishop."

Tristan laughs.

But it's clear he's not as eager as Sabina is, because Sabina pulls back after kissing him and frowns. "What's wrong, babe?"

"What? No, nothing." He smiles and pulls her hips to him. "I'm fine, we're celebrating."

"No." Sabina doesn't recognize herself—she's turning down sex to communicate with her boyfriend. "Tell me." She pulls him down on the couch and sits on him, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Tristan sighs. He presses his lips into a thin line. "I...don't usually ask Ian to sleep over and watch Brand unless it's for work," he mutters, grimacing. "And Ian said something...earlier. She said I'm ditching Brand again to sleep with you. And I've been spiraling down a hole of doubt to my parenting skills—which aren't a lot, by the way—since then. And I should be grateful for Ian. But instead, I feel shameful."

Sabina grits her teeth. She has a lot to say, but she's going to wait for him to finish.

Tristan looks at her. "I don't think it's okay I'm choosing sex over him."

"Okay. Pause." Sabina stands up, kicks off her heels, and opens a cupboard.

"Kyle, what are you doing?" He's laughing.

She takes out the wine and two glasses, and pours generously into each. Wine solves a lot. She brings them to the living room and hands one to Tristan, gesturing at him to take a sip.

He looks at her exasperatedly. Really?

Yes. Go. Sabina tips her chin at the glass.

Tristan drinks. Sabina drinks, too.

"Okay." She puts a hand on his knee and strokes it. "What you just said was very alarming. Tristan, honey, what's so bad about having time for yourself? You make time for work, and you make time for Brand because he's your son and you're his father now, and you make time for me. But you rarely have time for yourself."

He draws his eyebrows together. "I don't understand. I have time for myself—when I'm with you."

Sabina smiles at him. "That's time for us, baby. And that's necessary for us to work and to grow, as my boyfriend. And sometimes, you've made time for us too, with Brandon. That's necessary too, as his father. But what you want to do—which is, right now, to have sex with me—that's time for yourself. And you're not wrong to want that, you're not selfish or shameful to want that. You should have it, especially when being a boyfriend, an employee, and a father take so much from you."

He rubs Sabina's legs with one hand slowly. "So I'm not a shitty dad?"

"No." Sabina strokes his hair and gives him a gentle smile. "No, not in the slightest. You're not choosing sex over him, babe. You're not choosing me over him. It's not a competition between your girlfriend and your son—it's just you giving yourself some of your own time."

Tristan's eyes snap to hers. "When did you become so smart?"

"Shut up." Sabina grins and knocks back her wine. She puts it down and climbs on his lap, rubbing the nape of his neck. "What I am pissed off about is your bitchy sister."

Tristan gives her a look.

"Would it have been any different if you said you were going to work?" Sabina rolls her eyes. "Would she have said you were ditching Brandon, too? Or is it just because she doesn't like me?"

"Baby..."

"If she doesn't like me, then fine. But I don't like how she acts so self-righteous about raising Brandon, how she manipulates you into feeling guilty when you want to give time for yourself." Sabina's jaw clenches. "You're supposed to be working to raise him together. It's not just you. And I hate, I hate how she makes you question your parenting skills. And they're a lot, Bishop, and they're impressive. Stop talking down on yourself or I'll have to do something about it."

Tristan's smiling when they kiss. "You gonna fight with my sister?"

"If that's what it takes." Sabina cups his face and glares at him. "Talk to her seriously about this. It's not right, Tristan."

"I know." He smiles gently and kisses her again. "I know. Thank you."

"Good." She loosens his tie and takes it off. "Can you fuck me now?"

His grin is devilish. "Absolutely."

*

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