A/N: There is explicit content in this chapter. You know what that means.

If you think I write to make you comfortable, you're wrong. You will get your happy ending after I have my fun. This is what she said.

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"Are you fucking shitting me right now?" I nearly yell at Deven. I grip his arms, excited by this delicious new piece of information.

He starts to blush. "I am not ... fucking shitting you." His accent made that sound cute as fuck. "I enjoy the company of men, probably more to women, but that is not to say I do not enjoy lying with women as well." Oh my God, what is happening? Am I dreaming?

My mouth drops open. "I'm sorry ... Why the fuck have we not been fucking?"

He laughs, tilting his head back on the couch behind us. He brushes his long fingers into his hair as he looks back over to me. Not helping, you delicious little bitch. "I told you, I very much value your friendship. I would hate to ruin that."

"Oh, fuck off!" I say with a laugh. "I'm a fucking escort, Dev. If I caught feelings from sex, I'd have a lot more problems on my hands than Daniel." He laughs more, but I am busy shaking my head as I scan my eyes over his body, imagining what it looks like without clothes. "Oh my God, the things I've wanted to do to you ..."

He grins. "Past tense?"

I smack a hand against his chest. "Don't flirt with me, I'm horny as hell right now and Daniel is at a conference until after Thanksgiving," I whine. He grins. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't tell anyone," he admits.

"Why?"

He shrugs. "People think I'm lying or I don't know what I want," he says. I feel his words in my soul.

"Because people don't get it," I say. "Just because I like taking dick all day and night doesn't mean don't enjoy being with women. Lesbians hate me and say I'm fake because I'm somewhere in between. Straight men think it's just a phase or something I do to tease them. It's like everyone thinks dick claims everything it touches and there's no going back."

"That is very true," he says with a grin.

I lean closer to him, feeling an odd sense of relief being next to him. His easy smile makes me think he feels the same. "Hey ... That's not why you left home, is it?"

"No," he says. "My family is very traditional, yes, but I was raised the same. They expect me to marry a 'nice Indian girl' one day -- most likely one my mother suggests for me -- and have children. I have no issue with that."

I look him in the eyes. "But is that what you want?"

"It is. I have an abundance of respect for the dedication of a traditional marriage, the idea of true commitment. Achieving Pragma," he says with whimsy. "I just prefer to explore my other side until I am ready for that level of intimacy."

"Okay then. As long as you are being true to yourself, Dev." His smile widens and I feel mine do the same. I tug at the front of his shirt. "I do feel less bad about trying to shove my tongue down your throat now," I admit. "So, even if you won't let me touch your penis when I'm lonely, at least I know it won't repulse you when I try," I say with a little laugh.

Dev doesn't laugh like he usually does. Instead, he only stares at me. His long fingers run lightly against my jaw. I feel confused until he leans and his lips catch mine.

His lips suck mine slow and soft. I force myself to stifle a moan. I'm too horny to say no to him if he actually wants it. His lips slowly separate from mine and when my eyes flutter open, he is looking at me from beneath his long lashes.

"Don't kiss me like that if you don't plan to fuck me," I say. He grins and leans forward to kiss me again. As his delicious flavor consumes my attention, I hum against his lips. I push him away from me and he looks at me with a confused expression. "Don't tease me," I warn him.

"I am not teasing you," he says.

My eyes bounce between his. This close, I can see the threads of gold in the beautiful amber color of his irises. My breathing quickens as I continue to stare into his eyes. My body feels warm, drawn to his. I know I shouldn't. It would probably be bad if I did.

But that makes me want it even more.

I pull him closer and our lips meet again. Our kisses become more excited. He teases my tongue with just the tip of his, and when our lips meet again, I hum happily. I feel the empty ache worsen between my thighs, his tongue giving me too many ideas of how to remedy it. His plush lips feel so soft every time they take mine. I delve my teeth into his bottom one and hear him sigh when I give it a little tug.

I slide my hand between his legs and rub it over him. He places his hand over mine, encouraging me to continue.

My body is lost to the desire when I climb onto his lap to straddle him and push him down onto the floor. I reach down and grab the hem of his shirt, lifting it, and peeling it off over his head. It ruffles his hair, causing the dark tendrils to fall into his face. I run my hands over the hair on his chest, the smooth, perfect skin of his flat stomach.  I grind against his lap, feeling the lovely friction right where I need it. He watches as I fumble with his belt and his fly. He lifts his hips to help me remove his pants. When they're off, I do the same with his underwear.

My eyes scan hungrily over my prey. His uncut penis is a bit smaller than I expected, but we're just getting started. I take him into my hand and stroke him while I stare into his eyes.

As he grows to a more formidable size in my hand, he smiles that cute, infectious smile. His eyes trace down and his hands start to lift the bottom of my shirt. When he leans back up, I lift my arms to let him remove it and then unfasten my bra as well. I slide it from my arms and toss it to the side, watching his gaze grow darker. I place my hands at his cheeks and kiss him again, feeling his excited breath against my face, but I know I have to pause.

"I'd love to fuck you raw," I say against his mouth, "but until your test results come back, I'm going to need you to get a condom."

He smiles. "Of course."

Removing myself from his lap, he gets up and goes to his bedroom to fetch it. I unfasten my shorts with the intent to follow him but get distracted when my phone starts to ring.

The familiar Phoenix number displays on the screen. I know, I'm not there. Deal with it. I ignore the call, turn it on silent, and lay it back on the table.

Deven walks back out and I sit up on my heels to watch him. He unwraps the condom and immediately puts in on like a good boy without asking me for help.

Touching myself as I stare at his body in all its glory, the anticipation starts to kill me. He moves to sit, but I reach out to him and pull him down quicker. I straddle him once more, and as I hold him at my entrance, lower myself onto him slowly.

He slips easily into my wet center, deliciously easing my ache as he fills me. When I settle onto his lap we both moan, and then laugh at the unison of our action. I grind my hips against him, churning his cock as deep as I can get him. He runs his hands over my hips and smiles. "I've never done this before," he says quietly.

I still and my eyes widen. "Wait. Are you a pussy virgin?"

His head tosses back with a hearty laugh. "No, far from it," he says with a smile. "I meant have sex with a professional."

I let a breath out through my pursed lips, ruffling the hair that falls into my face. I brush it from my view and drape my arms around his neck as I start to move. "I'm nothing special."

He looks down and his lips part with a silent gasp. Leaning forward, he takes my nipple into his mouth. His tongue circles and flicks against it and my body twitches in response. I dive my fingers into his hair and grip it hard, not wanting him to stop.

He moves his mouth to my other breast causing a moan to escape me. I lift my hips, feeling him as he slides out, and then drop my hips down hard against his lap, sending an added burst of pleasure through me. We both moan in response. He seems to like that.

Our smiles fade as we get lost in the ecstasy of it all. Me slamming and churning my hips against his lap, him massaging my breasts in my hands, our mouths hover over each other's, though we can't stop panting long enough to actually kiss, both of us so focused on the orgasms we're nearing.

I tense around him, pulling on a handful of his hair as I do. "Oh ..." he moans before releasing a stream of words I'm not sure I've ever heard before. I'd consider what language is spoken in India if I wasn't more concerned with his penis at the moment. He groans and covers his face with both hands.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm ..." The painful twist of his face finishes that sentence for me. His hand reaches down and holds my hip again. I swirl my hips, churning him deep inside me. "I want," he interrupts himself with a moan. "I want you to finish too."

"I will. After you." I pull him by the neck and coax him to turn. He follows my lead, turning as I push him back onto the floor. With more freedom, I reach down and stroke my fingers over my clit as I grind against him. An electric current shoots through my core beneath my own touch. 

I feel full of heat and excitement as I push myself further and further. Seeing him beneath me, unraveling under my touch, my pleasure increases.

His long fingers dig into the skin of my thighs, and I feel it. His body tenses, his hips raising, bucking me weakly like the broken stallion he is. I watch him come, watch the seductive torment on his face as he does, and finally let myself fall over the edge.

My head tosses back when I come. I feel the waves of pleasure washing over me as my pussy clenches and releasing him, my orgasm as slow and satisfying as I've needed all day.

I stroke him a little longer as he softens inside me, letting both of us come down. As the pleasure lessens to a warm haze, I lean forward and lie on his chest. His thin arms drape over me as I listen to his heart beating like an excited drum.

I smirk evilly to myself. "You're a great, platonic friend, Dev."

He covers his face with a hand and laughs.

I roll to the side and let him slide out of me. "See, this is why sluts should stick together. Commitment-free orgasms," I joke. He laughs more and I sit up and reach for my phone to check it. "I don't know about you, but ..." I trail off when I see the missed calls.

"Maggie?" Dev asks as I sit still in my dread. "What's wrong?"

"Hold on." The amount of missed calls makes my blood go cold. I call my voicemail to hear the message. As I listen, my heart sinks to the floor.

Deven covers himself with a pillow and leans into my view. "What is it?"

I end the call. "It's my mom."

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