Ha. As if.

Standing, I brush off the knees of my pants. Thankfully, they’re not dirty. Kudos to my cleaning staff.

“Can I help you with that?”

When I look at Travis, I find his gaze pointed down at my crotch. Oh. I had so much fun sucking him off that I didn’t even think about myself, but yup. I’m hard as a rock.

I shake my head regretfully. “I’ll be okay. This was... um... I should probably get back to work.”

All of a sudden, I feel a bit awkward. In the heat of the moment, I was more than happy to take charge, but now standing here facing him, I wonder what he’s thinking of me. How he feels. Because I...

I really liked doing that with him. And while this friends with benefits arrangement is convenient while we’re already faking a relationship, I’m starting to think I’d like to keep doing this even after Elise and Grant leave.

But that’s dumb.

Travis has never wanted me before in all the years I’ve known him, so how could I expect anything to have changed now?

Convenient. That’s what this is for him. A way for him to get off while he’s busy helping me out. With all the time he’s spending with me, he obviously has no time to go looking for hookups elsewhere. But May’s grandparents will be gone soon, and then he won’t have to keep spending his nights at my house. He’ll be free to get his rocks off wherever and with whomever he chooses.

It's silly to think that, when he has his options back, he might still choose me.

So I should just enjoy him while I’ve got him.

He clears his throat as he stands. “How about I return the favor tonight?”

I force a smile and say, “Sounds good,” because I’m not turning that down.

But even if it’s only an expression, I don’t like to think of him getting me off as another favor he’s doing for me. That feels kind of gross and wrong. Though the way he smiles at me now—warm and eager-looking—makes it seem like that’s not how he sees it. I can only hope not.

“I need to change these linens before anyone checks in,” I tell him, sending a guilty glance toward the rumpled bed.

He chuckles almost shyly. “Right. I’ll let you get to it.”

“Thanks for fixing the wobbly leg.”

His laugh is fuller this time. “Pretty sure you already thanked me really fucking well.”

That makes my face heat up, and I’m not sure how to respond. But he solves this by leaning in, not even hesitating about kissing me after I had his dick in my mouth. It’s brief, though, and then he says, “See you later,” before walking out of the room.