I look at the ceiling as I pretend to think. “You’re amazing in bed.”
“Thanks to you.”
I press my hand to my chest. “Yes, I take all the credit for your brilliance. It’s nothing to do with you at all. Your turn.”
He leans closer and whispers in my ear, “You give great blow jobs.”
“Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t know. Your turn.”
“You’re the best coder I know.”
He narrows his eyes. “Am I the only coder you know?”
“Details, details. Your turn.”
He runs his hand down my back and squeezes my arse cheek. “You have a beautiful arse.”
“I bet it’s especially pretty when you’ve got your cock buried in it.” I wink.
“Well, now that you mention it—”
I shiver as his fingertip grazes over my arsehole. “Less of that. I haven’t recovered yet.” And honestly, I want to carry on talking to him. “I love your smile.” I shouldn’t have said that. Keep it light and flirty. “Especially when you smile with your mouth around my cock.” That’s better.
He snorts. “Your smile is pretty cute when your mouth is around my cock.”
I gasp. “We should sixty-nine sometime. But not right now. I’m kinda tired.”
His eyebrows tug together. “Do you want to sleep?”
“Not yet. I haven’t done telling you how wonderful you are.” What am I doing? I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth. “Your eyes are pretty.”
“Pretty?”
“What? Are you too manly to take pretty as a compliment?”
He smiles. “No. You have pretty eyes too.”
“Oh, now you’re just copying.”
“They are.” He runs his thumb beneath my left eye. “But if you want something more original, I adore how patient you are. And I love how happy you always are, like a ray of sunshine lighting up the room.”
“That’s—”
“Sappy?”
I was going to say ‘romantic’. “Yeah. Sappy.”
“It’s hard to believe you’re Rufus’s brother.”
“He’s just as goofy as me. Or I’m just as goofy as him. Take your pick.”
“No. He’s a man-child. You’re sweet, funny, and loyal.”
“Loyal?”
“Yes. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
