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And shockingly, my brain agreed. Luke’s shift had been triggered by sex, so maybe his coordination skills would be triggered by the same thing. And if being Luke’s distraction would help him get better, what kind of asshole would I be if I said no? We’d been working together for a week with barely any results, and I was willing to try anything at this stage.

Honestly, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like the right thing to do.

“So? What do you say?” Luke asked, eyes bright and hopeful.

I wouldn’t technically be dating him. But I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding about where I stood. “If we did this, it would just be physical. And once you get control of your legs, we stop.”

“Obviously,” Luke said. “It’s therapy. But hey, if we can enjoy ourselves and get me rear-end aware, it’s a win-win, right?”

I couldn’t fault his logic. But then again, my brain wasn’t exactly firing on all cylinders right now. Still, I found myself rasping out, “I—yeah.”

If dicks could fist pump, mine would have. Instead it just throbbed extra hard to signal its approval.

“Really?” Luke’s face split in a wide grin, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the spot under my ear. A shiver ran through me and he let out a delighted laugh. “When can we start?”

I took in the sight of him, still sweaty from his earlier workout, his lips swollen from kissing, and took another deep breath and let it out. “How about right now?”

The apartment door opposite his opened, and an elderly man poked his head out. “Luke! Are you planning on yapping in the hallway all night, or are you gonna take that man inside and seduce him? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

I felt my face heating, and Luke’s cheeks were pink when he said, “Sorry, Mr. Grayson! We’re moving.”

Mr. Grayson grunted and closed the door.

We made it inside the apartment and all the way to Luke’s living room before he snorted out a laugh. “Sorry about that,” he said through his laughter.

“It’s fine,” I said, my own face stretching around a grin. “He’s right. It is kinda late.”

“So late,” Luke agreed, his eyes dancing. “We should definitely go to bed.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly as dry as a desert. “What did you have in mind, exactly?” I asked.

Luke’s smile transformed into something both hungry and hopeful. “I was thinking I could ride you?”

“That—” I cleared my throat. “That’s a great idea. Therapeutically speaking, I mean. It would work all the major muscle groups in your legs.”

There were only a couple of feet separating us, and Luke stepped closer. “I’d need to be properly distracted first for it to work, though. So there’d probably need to be lots of kissing and touching first. Crunchy leaf therapy.”

“Crunchy leaf therapy,” I repeated, closing the distance between us, cupping the back of his head and drawing him in for a long, slow kiss. My hands traveled the length of Luke’s spine, mapping the muscles underneath his shirt, and he moaned against my mouth when I cupped the curve of his ass.

Some days, I really loved my job.

Luke’s hands made their way under my shirt and skated over my skin, light and teasing, and when he brushed a thumb over one nipple, I sucked in a sharp breath. My dick was fully hard, and I grasped Luke by the hips and pulled him close, grinding against him and letting him feel what his touch was doing to me.

When he took my hand and led me through the apartment, I followed eagerly. He flicked on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. I noted the queen bed, the clothes on a chair in one corner, and the usual crap on his bedside table—phone charger, water bottle, lube—but then all my attention was back on Luke, who had stepped into the middle of the bedroom and was in the process of peeling his shirt over his head. He dropped it on the floor, his abs rippling as he moved. I wondered if I could claim it would be therapeutic to lick them.

I mean, it would be therapeutic for me.

Luke paused, looking at me expectantly, and when I didn’t move, he said, “You know, it’s gonna be pretty hard for you to fuck me with your clothes on.”

I jolted, dragging my gaze away from his chest and abs. “Sorry.” I kicked off my sneakers and quickly stripped down to my boxer briefs, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. “Better?”

Luke took his time looking me up and down, then flashed me a grin. “So much better. Except for this.” He stepped up close, hooked his thumbs into the elastic of my underwear, and pushed them down. My dick sprang free and Luke dragged his thumb over the head, gathering the precum there, and licked it clean.

It was filthy and erotic all at once, and my breath caught. “Fuck.”

“That’s the plan, yeah,” Luke said, a hint of laughter in his voice. He stripped out of the rest of his clothes while I stood there, enthralled. I’d seen him naked before, but this was different.

This was naked with intent.