He stands, leaning over the bed, and gives me a look that says,may I?
I reach for his tie, wrap it around my fist, and pull him down until he’s kissing me, his lips repeating every beautiful thing he said to me. He groans into my mouth, his knee landing on the bed beside me as he moves to cover my body with his.
“I was so good today, Dan,” I say against his lips. “I killed it.”
I feel his smile against my mouth. “I have no doubt, baby.”
Someone clears their throat nearby, and I look up to see the teenage doctor holding his iPad and the boot I’ve been sentenced to.
“Sorry to, uh, interrupt,” he says, his cheeks red. “We ready for this?”
The boot, as Nancy Sinatra so famously sang, is made for walking.
But apparently not for a week or so.
My ankle throbs when I put any weight on it, so the hospital issues me a pair of crutches to go with it. It takes another twohours to get discharged, during which Grace and Dan get my car from the rec center. Grace gives her brother a stern look before leaving me with him.
By the time Dan and I pull up to the house, I’m nearly wild with exhaustion and emotional overload. I feel like my eyes are spinning in two different directions, so it’s good when Dan comes around to the passenger side and dumps my crutches in the grass, scooping me out of the car and into his arms like a damsel in distress.
“Do you want to try to take a shower?” he asks, and while I definitely need one, I think I’m too exhausted.
“In the morning,” I say through a yawn. “I think just bed.”
Dan places me gently on the bed in the guest room.
“Arms up,” he says, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
“I can do it,” I retort, but he gives me a stern look.
“Let me help,” he growls, all authoritative in that dangerously tailored suit. Yeah, I’m definitely going to let this happen.
He peels off my shirt and sports bra, planting gentle kisses on my bare breasts before helping me lift my hips and sliding down the black spandex shorts. When he sees that I’m wearing nothing beneath them, as usual, he lets out a growl that sounds like a caged tiger.
“I think I’ll just sleep like this,” I say, giving him a smirk as I recline naked on the bed. I gesture to that sexy suit of his. “You next.”
Now it’s his turn to smirk.
He steps back, loosening his tie and pulling it off, looking like a real live suit daddy ready to level me with a sexy, stern look. He winds the tie around his hand like a boxer wrapping his knuckles, then places it on the bedside table. He shrugs off his suit jacket and makes slow work of the buttons on his shirt, revealing his bare skin and ink in torturous increments.
“I feel like I should be slipping dollar bills into your belt,” I say hungrily.
“I think I’m at least worth fives,” he says with a raised brow.His belt clinks, and I squeeze my thighs together, the sound deliciously sexy.
But everything changes when he lowers those impeccably tailored suit pants. His muscular thigh, formerly bare, now features fresh ink.
“I got it today,” he says, glancing down at the art. “I stopped by my old shop when I got to Brooklyn.”
“It’s a lemon,” I say, my eyes widening as I take it in. It’s just like mine. Only?—
“It’s the other half,” he says. And I see it immediately. My bisected lemon fits together with his to make a whole. “I hope it’s okay.”
“Dan…” I whisper, at a loss for words. All I can do is beckon him closer. He drops his boxers and comes toward me, crawling onto the bed and propping himself over me.
“I love you, Carson,” he says. He plants a gentle kiss on my lips.
“I love you, Dan,” I whisper, and run my hands up his muscular back. I arch into him, chasing the sensation of his hard length against my soft skin. I reach down, grip him in my fist, and give him a long, slow stroke that makes his chest rumble, the metal in his cock digging into my palm. “Now, my ankle hurts a little bit. Do you think you could do something to distract me from the pain?”
“I have one other surprise for you,” he says with a devious grin.
