“It’s to make me feel better too,” Noah replied. “I’m sorry I haven’t seen you this week.”
“Hey. You have some big matches coming up. I understand. Besides, guess who’s got another new client.”
Noah sat upright. “Really? You never said.”
“I didn’t think you’d be that interested.”
Carmine knelt back and replumped his pillows.
“Quickly,” Noah urged. “You’re letting all the heat out.”
Carmine stole a kiss. “We can make plenty more of that. Don’t worry.”
Once they’d perfected the pillows they snuggled down.
“Come on then. Who’s your client?”
Carmine settled his head on Noah’s chest. “A developer who’s got a plot of land on the outskirts of town.”
“That’s amazing. Well done.”
Noah kissed the top of his head. Happiness really was in this moment.
“I could lie here forever,” Carmine said.
As if to punctuate the thought, his stomach growled.
“I think you might need to eat. Let’s see what’s in the hamper.”
He gently extracted himself from Carmine’s arms and slid out of the bed. The cool air hit him hard. The hosts had left a large wicker basket on a small table.
“Do you need a hand?” Carmine asked exceedingly unconvincingly.
Noah chuckled. “No, my love. You stay there.”
Carmine settled back happily. “I will. I’m enjoying the view.”
In response Noah wiggled his arse. Deftly he unbuckled the leather ties on the hamper. He opened it to reveal all sorts of goodies.
“I’m going to have to turn the light on,” he said.
“Okay. I’ll brace myself.”
Noah flicked the switch. The camping pod was bathed in light. They both shielded their eyes.
“Bright light. Bright light,” Carmine squealed and dove under the covers.
“I’m not getting team from this mission.”
The mound of duvet in the centre of the bed quivered. “Sorry. Sometimes it’s best to go solo.”
Noah shook his head. There were olives, cheeses, a fruit platter and some gorgeous smoked salmon. All preapproved by Noah. Although he wouldn’t be telling Carmine that. Carmine already had him down as a control freak about his diet and lifestyle.
He’d ordered a bottle of wine. He would have a taste, and it wasn’t fair to deprive Carmine of his pleasures.
“Are you okay out there,” came a muffled voice.
“Yes thank you. Hold firm. I’ll return to HQ imminently.”
