Dec moved his gloved hands to my hips, sliding them under my shirt to roam over my bare belly and back, and I fell deeper into the vacuum that was him. He sucked me into his vortex, and all I could ever do was hold on and hope for the best. I wished I could touch his skin, but he was bundled up for the cold day outside. There were too many layers.
“Missed you,” he murmured against my lips.
“Me too,” I said before his mouth slammed against mine again.
I caught Marcus, my coworker and fellow tattoo artist, out of the corner of my eye as he came out of the break room from my right and leaned against the half wall that separated the tattoo stations from the entryway, inked arms crossed. He’d caught his vertical labret piercing in his bottom lip between his teeth as he gave me a tiny smirk. “I didn’t expect this kind of show today.”
PD went to lean near him on our side of the wall with a shake of his head. He straightened his bowler hat as he frowned at us. “They’re obsessed.”
Marcus shrugged. “I’m addicted to pussy and even I think that’s hot. I could learn a thing or two off these guys. Do you think Amy would like me pulling up to the medical practice and throwing her on the desk?”
“No,” PD said bluntly.
I flipped them the bird over Dec’s shoulder, and they laughed.
“What are they doing?” Dec asked with a grin, glancing over at them with a shake of his head, but I grabbed his chin and dragged his face around to look at me again.
“Forget them. I missed you. Fuck, I missed you so fucking much.” I pressed the heels of my boots into his ass, grinding myself against him as I smashed my mouth over his again. Everything about him felt good against me, and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne made my cock throb. Fuck, why did a few weeks feel like years?
“Have I told you that you’re beautiful?” Dec whispered as he peppered kisses up my jaw. “So fucking beautiful, I want to eat you up.”
I chuckled quietly, letting my head fall back to give him access to my neck and the secret spots he knew to nibble. “There’s only one part of my body I want you to eat, baby.”
“They’re like Morticia and Gomez Addams,” Marcus said quietly, but still loud enough for me to hear. I rolled my eyes. “So… loving with each other. This kind of relationship isn’t normal, right? I feel like I’m letting Amy down with my lack of affection.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and Dec leaned back to peck my lips, hands mapping out my thighs before he finally pulled away enough to grin at Marcus and PD. “Hi.”
PD shook his head and raised his hand in a wave. “Welcome home, Your Highness.”
Dec snorted and dragged me closer until my ass was half hanging off the counter, the edge digging into my flesh. He cupped my cheek, and I tilted my head, leaning farther into his palm, wishing I could feel the warmth of his skin on mine.
“You do realize you’re doing this whole relationship thing the wrong way, right?” PD said with a grin. “You’ve been together for what? Over seven years, and I fucking know you’ve been married for four. You’re supposed to hate each other at this point.”
“Who says I don’t hate him?” I teased with a grin, dancing my fingers up Dec’s firm chest. I wished he wasn’t dressed for the cold—I wanted his flesh.
“If that’s hate, thenI’mthe one doing it all wrong.” PD nudged Marcus, and they laughed harder. “How about you take the rest of the day off? Since your boy toy is back in town, I don’t see how you’d concentrate on anything but getting your dick sucked. I’ll have Dawson help with the walk-ins. It’s about time he practiced on a live body.”
There was a clatter and we all glanced to where Dawson stood, looking very unsteady near the front door where he’d been sweeping up the salt from the sidewalk that had been dragged inside already. The broom was on the floor and he looked like he’d been frozen in place.
“Really, boss?”
“Unless you want to be our cleaning bitch your whole life?” PD lifted his eyebrows, and the rest of us laughed as Dawson scrambled to grab the broom off the floor, then raced toward the back to put it away. He hadn’t even thrown out the dirt pile. PD sighed and shook his head.
“You don’t need to ask me twice, boss.” I patted Dec on the arm, and he grabbed my ass again, holding me against his body longer than necessary before putting me on my feet.
“Get out of here before you have someone else popping wood.” PD eyed Marcus, and it took Marcus a second to realize what the silence meant. He laughed, punching PD on the arm.
“I don’t swing that way, and I got a girlfriend.”
PD snorted. “Yeah, I’ve had brothers at the club who’ve said that very same thing, and I know for a fact they’re screwing someone with a dick and hairy balls.”
Marcus shook his head and opened his mouth; the bickering was about to start. They’d known each other a lot longer than I’d been working here, and I knew a friendly argument when I heard one. I didn’t want to be pulled into their crap. I passed Dawson on my way to the break room, where I slipped on my coat and then grabbed my messenger bag from the floor in the corner. I patted PD on the shoulder on the way past. He gave me a small flick of his hand, which I guessed was a wave.
I took Dec’s hand in mine and tugged him toward the door, and he laughed. He had to stop and grab his bag before following me out into the busy streets of New Gothenburg’s business district. The Ink Well was lit up in neon green over the door, and almost blinding in the gloomy, cold weather. PD’s tattoo shop was a few blocks away from the outdoor mall, which meant there were constantly people looking for parking spots so they could take the walk to the shops. Being a Friday afternoon, the street was crowded, and I was jostled by a man in a suit who apologized profusely as he scurried past.
I dragged Dec around the building and down a narrow alleyway that led to the parking lot behind the shop.
We only got halfway along the alley before Dec let his bag fall to the ground and grabbed me, slamming me against the brick wall. I grunted but smiled when he slanted his mouth against mine again, shoving his knee between my legs and nudging it against my hardening cock. I groaned into the kiss, curling my arms around him and dragging him as close as I could. Everything about him set me alight, and I hadn’t seen him in weeks, with only my hand and dildo to see me through the lonely nights. We’d grown used to that arrangement a long time ago, but it never got easier—since I enjoyed his company too much. Maybe the guys were right, and we weren’t doing this marriage thing correctly, but I could never hate Dec—ever.
