He nodded without looking up.
I spoke softly with Drake. I could tell Fallon was listening to every word. I had to use all my discipline to keep my voice even. To my mind, I was talking way too fast, my words tripping over each other. If Drake noticed, he didn’t comment. Nor ask me if anything was wrong.
After that call, I grabbed my own laptop, which I’d brought in from the living room. All that could be heard in the room amidthe sweet scents of Fallon’s heat and our recent sex was rapid typing and the occasional sharply drawn breath.
I wanted him again so badly. I sent message after message while being all too aware my cock was tingling, my balls moving in their sac. Fallon was a brilliant flame beside me. I wanted to entangle myself in his warm glow.
But we were also in a crisis at work. The timing could not have been worse.
“Look.” Fallon’s voice brought me back from my typing and my thoughts.
I glanced at his computer screen. He had a couple of windows up. One showed the storm and detailed specs. The other was a series of symbols and numbers.
“What am I looking at?”
“I think I can work on this to compensate for the storm’s shifts.”
“Show me.”
It was difficult to talk shop and not touch, to remain professional while the ache to mate—to make love—rolled through muscles, veins and genitals.
But the work was part of our relationship. Satisfying, as well. For both of us.
We discussed the theory. We stared at numbers. Our minds had the ability to fixate and get things done.
Much of what Fallon did was beyond even me. I accepted that with awe and admiration. He was everything I’d hoped for when I hired him.
He explained what he had so far. To my surprise, I was able to focus and listen.
“I think it will work.” Excitement—or maybe it was arousal—laced his tone.
“How long do you think it will take to complete it and integrate it to the nav system?”
“I’ve got to complete more equations. Then test them.”
“We’ll have Control to run the tests.”
He nodded. “And then if it runs, we integrate it. That’s a lot of coding.”
“Can it be done in time?”
His eyebrows narrowed. His eyes filled. “I don’t know. I can try.”
Immediately, I put my arms around him. The heat of his skin against mine made my body shiver all over—in a good way. I nuzzled the side of his head.
“You can do it. I know it.”
“I know. But Santa’s flight is now less than two days away.”
“You focus. Let me worry about that.”
He blinked away his tears but not before I put both hands on his face and ran my thumbs beneath his eyes. “You’ve got this. And I’ve got you.”
He opened his mouth and took in shaking breaths. “It hurts.”
“Lie back. We’ll get through this together. You and me. I’m here for you one hundred percent.”
His arms came around me. He slid up in the bed and his laptop fell away. I put one arm around him and with the other closed his computer and mine and set them aside where they were safe.
