Considering Fern was just outside, we wouldn’t be doing that for a couple more nights, but I didn’t remind him of this.
“I’m afraid so, yes. But, hey, we waited a wholeyearto have sex, right? We’re delayed-gratification experts, aren’t we?”
John’s lips pursed. “You know, we already skipped Netflix Night this week.”
“I know.” I grimaced. And it had been awful, because cuddling John was maybe the one sport I could gold medal in. “I really missed that.”
“Same. And now we’re missing Karaoke Saturday.” He took my hand and led me down the hall toward the front door.
“Yeah,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “That’s true. I—oof. John, this is our coat closet!”
“So perceptive,” he agreed. “I’m feeling a distinct lack of Teagan in my life, husband. So may I introduce you to the concept of Coat Closet Blowjob Afternoons?”
“I… what?”
“My husband taught me that anything can be a holiday if you give it a fancy name.” He grinned as he shut the door, enclosing us in the darkness. “Should I explain how we celebrate this holiday? It’s like delayed gratification, but with way more orgasms. And we still have a year’s worth to make up for.”
I sputtered out a laugh. “Oh my God, I’ve created a monster. Fern is…”
“Very used to walking away and complaining loudly when she hears you moaning?” John suggested, mouthing his way down my neck. “Yes, she is.”
“She… she really is,” I sighed, giving in as his hands found their way to my ass once again.
“You know, I once had a very quiet life,” John groaned as I reached for his belt buckle.
“Uh-huh. And then you met me, and it became exponentially louder?” I teased.
“Then I met you,” he agreed. “And it became exponentially more fun. Love you, baby.”
Fuck, I loved him, too.
“So pick one, Teagan Donahue. You wanna get on your knees for me, or want me on mine for you?”
“Both,” I said without hesitation. Because the best part of being in love with my best friend was that I didn’t have to pick at all.
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