“No. But I’m on call all weekend if there are any more problems.”
“You’ll get paid if you have to do extra work, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a nice silver lining. Hopefully, you won’t be called up to save the day, but if you are, you’ll have a bigger pay packet next month.”
He lifts his head. “I wish I was more like you.”
“Like me?”
“Yeah. You’re always so optimistic.”
“I think the word you used before was ‘peppy’.”
He chuckles. “Yeah. That’s the perfect description for you.”
“I can’t help it. I’m a glass-half-full kind of guy.”
“I wish I was.”
I stroke his beard. “You could be if you wanted to be. I’m not saying it’ll be easy to change your mindset, but it’s doable.”
“You think so?”
“Sure.”
He kisses me. “Maybe some of your optimism will rub off on me.”
“Keep spending time with me, and you’ll be peppy before you know it.”
He snorts. “I wouldn’t go that far.” He runs his knuckles over my jaw. “You weren’t busy, were you?”
“No.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to drop anything for me.”
“I want to be here. With you.”
“You’re amazing.”
“I know. Tell me what you need tonight, Jett. How can I help you relax?”
“Sex?” He curls a strand of my hair around his finger. “I don’t want to try anything new tonight. I want to lose myself in you.”
“Okay.” I thread my fingers through his. “If that’s what you need.”
I lead him to his bedroom. The curtains are closed, and the lamp is on. Jett has had a tough day and might have an equally frustrating weekend. I want to help him relax, so he can forget about the things that are stressing him out for a while. I’m flattered that I’m the one he turned to. He could have gone out for a drink with Rufus or lost himself in code, but he called me. That means something, doesn’t it?
We kiss as we undress. Our clothes end up in a heap on the floor, and before long, we’re naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. He pitches us onto the bed, where we shuffle until our heads are on the pillows. He hooks his leg over mine and uses it to pull me close so our cocks rub together. He’s already hard and needy. From how my pulse has kicked up, I won’t be far behind.
“I need you,” he whispers, sliding his hand down my back and trailing his finger down my crack.
I shiver, not because of the delightful way he’s touching me but because his words mean everything to me. Maybe this could turn into something more. He needs time to wrap his head around everything. I can give him time.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes.”
