“I love you, too. I’ll never get tired of hearing that.” He grinned at me through fogged-up lenses.
“I’ll say it every day, then.”
“You’re too much,” he said, and took his glasses off to fling them onto the nightstand.
“You like it.”
He twisted his wrist and tugged me. The sound of his skin smacking against mine was loud and obscene and wonderful.
“Need you,” he groaned, pummeling my body even faster.
“Yes.” I chanted the word as he danced his thumb over the head of my cock and pinged my P-spot at breakneck speed. Not long later he collapsed on me and kissed me, his belly rubbing my cock between us. The sensation was different from his hand, a soft pressure that almost wasn’t enough.
“Love you,” he whispered, pulling out to tease my asshole. He slipped back in with a moan—and that sexy sound set off a bomb in my body. My stomach trembled and my cockhead tingled with warmth. From one second to the next I was quivering as he fucked spurts of jizz out of me and it sprayed between us, making our skin sticky and slick.
He buried his cock deep in my ass and kissed me, fucking his tongue into my mouth. The sensation of being filled on both ends had another wave of heat flooding my body and I clung to him.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Mm.” I fought off a yawn.
He chuckled.
Now that he was home where he belonged, I felt like I could sleep for a thousand years. I was just fine.
17
MAURICE
Thursday morning was so ridiculouslynormal, and I’d needed this. I’d missed Wick more than humanly possible, and every day away from him had sucked more than the last, so that by the time he’d texted me I’d been ready to drive over without any encouragement. One word from him letting me know he was sorry and I’d broken down and forgiven him, but that was okay.
I loved him.
I didn’t want him hurting because of me.
And I’d been angry.
But I was over the moon that we were done with this fight, and I hoped he understood me better.
It was strange to realize he was probably just as twisted up as I am on certain topics because he always made me feel lucky to be around him. Sure, he’d managed to enrage me more than any other human in existence last Friday, but our good times were much better than the bad ones. The way he was smiling at me this morning more than made up for a few days of feeling like shit.
“What?” He grinned as he turned the Maserati in to the parking lot for Émeraude Technologies. The gray brick building was the same as ever—sleepy and ready for us to go inside and turn on the lights and start another adventure.
“Nothing, just looking at you.” I brushed my thumb over his smooth cheek. It wouldn’t take long for him to grow stubble, and I loved the hours after he shaved. I wished we could’ve gone back to bed to take advantage of his smooth skin on fun areas of my body.
He glanced forward, and I gasped as he stomped on the brake. The parking lot was as full as it normally was at noon.
“What the hell?” he mumbled.
“I have no clue.”
He eased the Maserati into his reserved spot, but there was a large semicircle, comprised of what appeared to be every employee, near the building, with their backs to us. They were all focused on something—or someone.
“Jesus Christ, what is going on?” I slapped my hands on my knees. “I locked Xadrian out because Shelby told me he was still keeping up his bullshit. Didn’t you tell him to turn in his equipment and stay home yesterday?”
Wick sighed. “No. You didn’t tell me to do that specifically, and I was preoccupied. I’m a fool in love with you.” He gave me a self-deprecating grin, and I groaned. “I have no idea what’s happening, but I’m about to find out. Let’s go.”
The second we opened our doors I could hear Xadrian ranting like an asshole. “We should all walk out today! We could do just as well somewhere else, and it isn’t as if this is the only game in town. Let Fenwick Guidry figure out his business without any employees.”
