Rick pulled out slowly, spilling a small trickle of his orgasm in his wake. Greg kissed me once more, a furtive promise, and I was relieved to know that this wasn't over.

I didn't need that disappointment.

Greg sat down on the chair behind Rick's desk, bare to the world besides his shirt, and patted his lap.

I blushed, but understood.

Rick helped me to my feet, and I made my way to Greg.

There was a look in his eyes that said what he thought of me, that he was ...