“It’s okay. We’re working.” He let out a huff. “We have no choice.”
“This is our necessary break.”
“You can look at it if you want to. I won’t be offended.”
“Honey, I have all my attention on you.”
“I know that. But I wouldn’t mind. And I’m curious.”
I pecked him on the lips, then lifted my upper body onto one shaky arm and reached for it. I set it on his chest. He made a soft giggle sound.
I started poking at my messages.
“What is it?”
My cock swelled for another orgasm but I held it at bay as I read.
“They’re saying our equations aren’t working in the current program. We have to rework them.”
His eyes lit up with interest. Numbers always got him. Even before sex, I surmised. “That’s because they didn’t adjust it right. I can already guess what’s wrong. I left out some instructions. At least I think so. I’ll work on it as soon as we, um, become unstuck.”
I had lost track of time. When I looked, it was late morning. Santa’s flight was set for five p.m. the next day. We had very little time to get this right. All while taking care of ourselves. It wasn’tjust that Fallon was in heat. I was already infected. I needed him as much as he needed me. Plus, I would not skimp on the caregiving part.
He squirmed through another orgasm as my own took me away from the moment at the phone.
“I don't want this to end.” Fallon moaned.
“Me, either.”
“But we have work to do.”
“We'll get to it. But my priority is to take care of you.”
“I appreciate that, but your priority is to Santa.”
I huffed. “Not right now.” I shoved the phone aside and put my hands flat on his chest, petting. “This isn't just about Christmas Eve. It's about having you healthy and happy the whole time you are working for me. Years down the road, hopefully.”
I wanted to say more. I wanted more than just him working for meyears down the road.But it felt too early to say anything. We were both hormone-overdosed. Of course, I longed to make a future plan with him. One heat, and I was stuck on him in more ways than one. Now wasn't the right time to make plans.
“I want to be here years down the road.”
My heart soared. Still, his statement was vague. He could have meant here and working for me as much as here in bed together.
I spread my hands over his smooth hairless skin and kissed between them. I found a small nipple and licked over the tip.
He stretched his body and let out a long-winded, “Ahhhhh.”
His hands ran up and down my back, lightly clutching at my hair. We continued to touch and kiss for another half hour before my knot finally shrank. I didn't want to leave his body any more than he wanted me to. But it was time for a rest, a clean-up and some hydration.
“Don't be gone long,” Fallon called out in a strained voice.
“I won't.”
I returned with more water and snacks. We devoured what I’d previously brought in yesterday.
Fallon had gotten up and was in the bathroom. I used that time to straighten up the covers, change out dirty towels for clean ones and fluff the pillows. I was in my element. It all felt so right. Did he feel it too? I couldn't allow myself to think like that. Not this soon.
My phone let out a series of beeps. For the last hour, with the exception of our conversation while we were stuck together, I'd completely forgotten about work and Christmas and Santa. It was as if my mind had been hijacked. And in such a good way.
