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"Zeke, did you get laid?"

Paige dug her toes into the side of his leg.

"Come on now. Who was it. I gotta get the juicy details. I've gotten to like. I dunno, second or third base. Depends on what you consider second base. It was probably just second base. ******** scowled playfully.

"C'mon. I don't even care who it was, I just wanna know what went down."

"Aww, you ******** dog," Paige grinned, squealing as he prodded the bottom of her foot. Yes, yes she was ticklish, ********. She prodded him in the middle of his chest with her toe before dropping her foot in his lap.

"Mouth like a hurricane. That's some poetic s**t right there."

She gave him a Look.

"You gonna do it again?"

Paige let out a low groan as Zeke's thumb pressed into her foot. It felt wickedly delicious, and Paige sank further into the chair. ******** around a little with someone. I'm not even going to lie, I'm jealous as hell that you got the hookup so fast. I mean, my neighbor told me he'd ******** me - well. Actually, he said that the next time I heard him ******** someone I should knock on the door. And I got this girl I like, but she's one of those girls I know is way the ******** out of my league. She let me put my hand down her pants, though."

Paige let out a low noise of satisfaction.

"I'm preeeeeeeeetty ******** sure that's what heaven tastes like, dude."

"Evan. He's big and blond and I dunno. Nice, but not my type. I mean. He could be my type, probably. I'm ******** thirsty, so anything could be my ******** type, Zeke. You keep doing that," Paige gestured weakly at his hands on her feet, "you're gonna be my ******** type."

She let her head fall back and closed her eyes as Zeke massaged her foot. ******** hell, it felt good. Paige let out a low rumble.

"She's real pretty. And she knows a lot of people. She's like. I dunno. The kinda girl I always has a crush on when I was younger, or the kinda girl I wanted to hit on in clubs but could never get the balls to do it." Paige shrugged and lifted her head enough to squint at Zeke, a smile toying with the corners of her ******** heaven, dude. It's got me crazy as ********." She shook her head before letting it fall back again. "Dunno. Maybe I just need to get laid."

"She's got rules, Zeke. Hands only. Over the clothes."

Paige grunted and moved her other foot into his lap as though to say this one next. "I kind of begged for a taste, which is how the whole hand down the pants thing happened."

She shrugged.

"Guess I'm not as lucky as you are, d**k."

"Eehhh. I didn't come here to ********... ********." Paige squinted at Zeke. "And I dunno. I don't want to have to wear her down. I want her to give it the ******** up because she wants to. Because she wants me."

She shrugged.

"If you didn't have Hurricane b*****b brewing, I'd say we should ********. To keep sane and s**t. I swear to god, I didn't come here looking for sex. I came here to work. But jesus, there are only so many ways to blow off steam. I haven't gotten laid since I got here."

Paige gave Zeke an accusatory look before wailing dramatically.

"I need a pity ********, Zeke. I need it. ******** pulled out her phone and texted Cee.

"I hope she doesn't send me a picture of her tits. Her tits are perfect, Zeke."

"So?" He inquired mildly, still working on her foot. "Doesn't mean you can't. Seems like a pretty damn fine perk for all the danger we're supposed to be throwing ourselves into." He frowned, finally opening his eyes again to stare up at the ceiling. "If she doesn't want you she'd crazy." This from Zeke's point of view, and the man generally tried to leave emotions out of things. They muddied the waters, complicated things that should have been so simple.

Brows twitched at her shift in conversation, and his fingers on her foot were suddenly softer, tickling again as he tightened his hold on her ankle to keep her from jerking away. "If a guys dropping to his knees to blow the first time we meet, I don't think he's looking for a love connection, Paige." Zeke wasn't.

Fun, yes.

For a minute, while she fiddled with her phone, he was quiet, thinking, but as she slipped spoke up again he pulled one elbow back to prop himself up so he could look at her. "You know, if you're really serious, I wouldn't say no." Being someone's pity ******** wasn't exactly an amazing endorsement, but he wouldn't say no. He knew himself, and sex with Paige wouldn't make things weird, at least not for him.