I had not mentioned my plan to stop by his place today because I didn’t want to get his hopes up and…
No, wait. That’s not correct.
I didn’t want to getmyhopes up.
Shouldn’t I be able to savor this moment, though? Waking up with a guy who’s obviously into me?
I have permission. To a stupid fucking level, Elliot has made it clear I should date and sleep with someone.
Stowing my phone before Jordan emerges from the bathroom, I ponder the day ahead of me. When the door opens and I see him standing there, looking a little owlish without his glasses, my mind’s made up for me.
Opening my arms to him, he walks over to where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and I engulf his naked body in a hug.
“Let’s cook breakfast. Later, we’ll run to your hotel and get a few things.”
He doesn’t lift his head from where his face is pressed in the crook of my neck. “Sir?”
“You’re spending the night with me. We’ll head to work from here.”
When he’s happy, he has a habit of wiggling like an excited puppy. It’s something I’ve noticed him doing in the office, and it’s even more adorable when we’re both naked and he’s doing it in my arms.
“Yes, Sir.”
This is a bad idea for a lot of reasons.
Unfortunately, I think I’ve finally hit myfuck-itpoint.
Right now, it’s a little chilly. I bump up the heat and pull on sweatpants. I give him one of my T-shirts, and it hangs halfway down his thighs.
I let him take over in the kitchen, and he makes us omelets that are better than any I’ve ever had in a restaurant.
“I’m still cooking you dinner tomorrow night, Sir.” He glances at me. He’s still not wearing his glasses, and with his short hair mussed, he’s fucking adorable.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
What I’m not looking forward to is the conversation I need to have with Elliot as soon as possible. Because a very bad idea is forming in my head.
Except the good ideas I’ve had seem to keep biting me in the ass.
Maybe it’s time to follow my instincts and give in.
I text Elliot off and on throughout the day. When I learn two of his staffers are at his apartment and going over work stuff with him, that kills any ideas I might have had.
See why I didn’t get my hopes up?
By the time Jordan and I fall asleep that night a little after ten, I realize this is the first day I’ve had in years where I could relax and mostly be in the moment.
Jordan relaxes me.
Not just from the sex, either.
He’s intelligent and creative and fun to talk to.
He’s the whole package.
And he begs me to spank his ass, which I do after watching him eagerly go through my toybag.
He doesn’t remove anything from it, either.
