His cock took notice.
“May I…?” I gestured.
“Oh God. I don’t…” He palmed his cock. “I don’t want to come too soon. I mean, if you still—”
“Like it up the ass? Oh hell, yes. I’m still vers, but I prefer bottoming.”
He grinned. “Glad to see some things don’t change.”
I stepped toward him.
He met me halfway.
I twined my arms around his neck and dragged him down for a kiss. Not gentle, as it had been before. No, this kiss was tongues twining. This was a fight for dominance.
As usual, he won.
I always let him win.
His tongue swept through my mouth as he pressed his cock against mine. He reached between us and brought our cocks together. He tugged.
I broke away. “Do that and I’ll come too soon. Refractory periods are a thing.”
He chuckled. “Joys of getting old.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“I’m thirty-nine.”
I scowled. “I hit forty a couple of weeks ago.”
He chuckled. “I'll hit forty in January.”
“I remember.” January fifteenth. A day that never passed without me thinking of him. “Maybe…you’ll let me take you out for dinner?”Assuming we ever get around to having sex.My arms were still twined around his neck as I gazed into his eyes.
“That’s a month from now.”
“I know.”
“You’re sure you’ll still be in my life a month from now?”
I bit my lower lip—then nodded.
“Then I accept.” He rubbed his cheek against mine. “You have condoms? I mean, I haven’t—” He stopped.
I pulled back to meet his gaze. “I always have condoms. There’s a box in Adele’s bathroom as well. I don’t want to think about my baby girl having sex—but I also don’t want her to consider not being safe.”
“You’re a good dad.”
“I try. I honestly do.” I held his gaze. “What were you going to say?”
“That I haven’t been with anyone.”
For a moment, I couldn’t figure out what he meant. I blinked. “Since college?”
He nodded.
“And I was your first.”
