I hooked my arms around his knees and rocked my hips. “Tell me when.”
“Now,” he cried. Cum shot over his fist and across his stomach as he clutched my biceps for purchase, panting, “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”
I kept moving and I didn’t stop until he collapsed, throwing his arms wide in surrender.
We stared at each other in a sort of dazed wonder as if we couldn’t quite grasp how this seemed to get better every single time. Maybe I should have questioned why I had the willpower of an eggplant when it came to Aaron, but honestly, I’d stopped trying to make sense of my obsession for him a long time ago.
I kissed him before pulling out and stood with my hands on my hips, surveying the damage. I’d sweated through my shirt and had jizz on my trousers. Maybe on my shoes too.
I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off my shoulders. “So much for getting to work early.”
Aaron bit his bottom lip in a dubious show of innocence. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you aren’t,” I huffed. “Neither am I. Worth it.”
He beamed at me as he sat up. “Definitely. I guess I’ll get an early start too. And don’t worry, I’ll definitely take care of the dry cleaning this afternoon.”
“Thanks.” I toed off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers and boxer briefs. “I’m gonna try this again. Come shower with me.”
Aaron wiped his hand on the sheets and bounded out of bed toward the master bath. He wiggled his ass as he ran the water and shimmied in front of me, singing in Spanish. I chuckled at his antics and pulled him against me, pressing my chest to his back.
“You’re hell-bent on making me late today,” I teased.
“Not at all. I’ve just decided to embrace all the good things in life. Including morning sexy time with my husband. Now I’ll have the strength to whizz through a blah-blah day at work and be jazzed up and ready to roll when we meet with Chandler tonight.”
I squinted at our reflection. “Who’s Chandler?”
“The real estate agent. We’re checking out a house in Arlington tonight and one in Jay and Peter’s neck of the woods too.”
“Can we afford a house in their area?”
Aaron followed me into the shower, which thankfully was big enough to accommodate two grown men. It was one of the sweeter perks of our condo, right up there with tall ceilings and an open floor plan. And because Aaron had a thing for interior design, our place looked like a page straight out of Architectural Digest. The affordable version, that is.
For instance, the bathroom wasn’t overly fancy, but the white tile and marble accents gleamed, the towels were the plushest available, and the accent candle next to the luxury collection of body lotions lining the countertop smelled like pine trees. High-end pine trees. I guess what I’m trying to say is…my husband has expensive tastes.
“I think so,” he replied, lathering shampoo in his hair. “I told him that we were in the market for a single-family residence with a good-sized yard in a nice, gay-friendly neighborhood. Jay and Peter’s house is—”
“Ginormous and way out of our price range.”
“True, but—”
“No. We’re not going to buy something we’ll struggle to afford. I don’t want to be house-rich with no money for fun. And trust me, you’d hate it in the long run.”
“I know, I know. It’s a joint decision, Matty.” He rinsed his hair and reached for the soap. “We won’t even think about buying anything unless we’re both excited about it. But that means we may have to look at a lot of inventory to find our dream house.”
“We’re also not in a hurry,” I reminded him. “It may take some time, and that’s okay.”
“True. But if we look at more houses in Jay and Peter’s neighborhood, it’ll give us an excuse to babysit. I miss Holly and Henry. And we could use some practice if we’re going to have little ones of our own someday.”
Aaron smiled at my wide-eyed faux panicky expression and changed the topic to dinner choices. Did I feel like steak or pasta or fish?
I didn’t respond. He knew I loved everything he made, and my mind had wandered to a contract I needed reviewed and off my desk by noon. I kissed him under the spray and stepped out of the shower to dry off and redress.
I was just pulling on a clean shirt when my phone buzzed. It wasn’t just any buzz, though. It was a special high-pitched warning alerting me to an incoming message from one of the big four in my firm.
No reason to panic. I was on good terms with my bosses, but with my sights set on becoming partner, every correspondence was significant. I couldn’t afford so much as a missing period on a memo right now. Not that any of them would ever find out about a minor mistake. I just didn’t want to unintentionally fuck things up. I wanted to be sharp and vigilant. Which meant I probably should have worked this weekend…and made a better effort to be sitting at my desk by now.