I am very careful not to bite him anywhere that he can’t easily hide with clothing. I don’t want him scared I might recklessly out him by my actions.
There are so many filthy things I want to do to and with this delicious boy, I can’t even begin to tell you. Every moan he makes, every time his fists bunch the covers, every rock and buck of his hips has my cock throbbing and wanting to be buried inside him.
Finally, I roll him onto his back once more and tug on his arm to sit him up so I can kiss him. “Get me naked, boy.”
My gaze stays on him as he reaches up to loosen my tie. It breaks my heart a little that he looks so scared.
So when I blow him a kiss, it makes me smile that his eyes go wide before a little laugh escapes him.
“Sorry. I guess I’m nervous.”
I catch his hand in mine and tip my face just enough I can kiss the back of his hand. “Nervous is fine. I can deal with nervous. Hopefully, you won’t feel nervous around me by the end of the weekend.”
With my tie out of the way, Elliot starts to unbutton my shirt. Then he leans in and kisses the side of my neck as he parts the garment down the front.
“That’s it, boy.” I reach up and massage the back of his head, noting how his eyes drop closed and he pauses before he remembers he’s supposed to be doing something.
Finally, he looks up at me. The glazed look in his eyes makes me smile. In this moment, the boy is completely and utterlymine, and I know one thing without a damned doubt.
This is going to be afantasticweekend.
Chapter Six
Now
I was never much of a drinker in my younger days for a damned good reason—it doesn’t usually hit me hard at the time, but I nearly always have one hell of a hangover the next morning if I have more than one or two drinks.
Monday morning is no different. When my alarm goes off at 3:45 a.m., I decide to hitsnoozeinstead of heading downstairs for a workout like I usually do.
Except I can’t go back to sleep.
I think about how Jordan would frequently join me for my workout.
Or on the mornings he didn’t, how he’d still be in bed when I returned to the apartment. How he’d look so adorable that I hated to wake him up.
And the way I would usually wake him up—with a kiss that frequently ended with us having morning sex.
Even on the mornings it didn’t end up with us having morning sex, and on the mornings I didn’t go work out, it was nice to lie there for a few minutes with Jordan’s warmth wrapped around me. I rarely woke up in the middle of the night where he wasn’t at least touching me with a foot or a hand, and usually with his cute butt tightly pressed against me.
Or safely snuggled in my arms, if we’d spooned in our sleep.
Then there were the times I awoke from a nightmare, usually about the plane crash, or about something happening to Elliot and me being unable to stop it, when Jordan was there to comfort me.
The loneliness and grief I feel eclipse my hangover and make it clear sleeping in today is not in the cards.
Sitting up, I debate the merits of making myself throw up or not. If my stomach doesn’t settle soon I will, or else I’ll risk getting sick this morning while in a less opportune setting.
Like while standing in the Oval Office.
It’s tempting to call in sick, but I can’t.
Scratch that—Iwon’t. I have to be running one hell of a fever, or in so much pain that I can’t walk and can’t drag myself downstairs, to call in sick.
Forcing myself out of bed and into the bathroom, after I empty my bladder and wash my hands, I open the medicine cabinet to see what I might have on hand to take for my stomach.
I’m gut-punched to spy Jordan’s bottles of essential oils there. Peppermint, lavender, ginger.
I blink back tears and grab the peppermint and ginger. First twisting the cap off the peppermint, I cup one hand around the top of the bottle and deeply inhale the aroma. That immediately helps quiet my stomach and my head. Then I tip my head back and let five drops of the oil hit the back of my throat. Wincing at the taste, I swallow, chasing it with a couple of swallows of water from the tap. After following that with five drops of the ginger taken the same way, I stand there for a moment to see if it’s going to help or not.
