I pulled out of my parking space and glanced at him. Nick reached over to hold my hand, and my heart settled back into my chest.
The ride was relaxing as we listened to music. I parked in front of his building. “Will you come back over tonight after we close?”
“Yeah, babe. I will. We’ll have a do-over.”
I reached into the console between the seats and pulled out a key. “I had this made for you. Don’t forget to pack a bag, bring your computer, and whatever else you need. Clothing is optional.”
Nick took the key and looked at it in his hand.
“Don’t say it’s too fast. It’s the key to better time management for both of us.”
He didn’t want to smile, but he did anyway. “You’re so cheesy. But I’ve gotta go. Your plumbing needs some attention.”
“That’s the fucking truth,” I grumbled. “Get out of here. The sooner you get done, the sooner you’ll get back to me.”
Nick smiled and got out of the car. He pocketed the key to the apartment as he walked in, leaving me longing for the next time I’d have him in my arms.
CHAPTER25
NICK
I hadto admit staying with Preston for the week had been perfect. He’d made room for my things in his closet, and set me up in his office. Fortunately, I didn’t have to work on the plans, but I needed to work on my resume. It was time to start applying for internships, and I knew most of the ones I wanted were not in Portland.
I dreaded that conversation with him.
The day before Christmas Eve, we went to the grocery store and the local bakery. They’d sold out of his favorite cinnamon sugar croissants, so he called Greyson and asked him to overnight a huge box of whatever pastries he could send. And sure enough, their arrival on Christmas Eve was untimely.
We were on the sofa, making out and being handsy whileHome Alone 2played on the TV. Preston had his hands down my sweats, edging me with his thumb and my pre-cum, when the delivery person rang the doorbell.
Preston broke our kiss. “God fucking bless America,” he griped, as I moved off his lap for him to answer the door. “Hold that thought right there. And don’t you dare finish yourself off.”
I groaned and fell back onto the sofa. He had me trussed up like a Christmas turkey with my sweatpants tucked under my balls. I looked ridiculous, but all I wanted was for him to come back and take care of it. Maybe if I…
“Don’t touch it,” he yelled, just as I went to free my gonads. I sighed and fell back on the sofa, covering my eyes with my arm.
“Fine,” I groaned. He’d almost gotten me there with his touch alone, and that was a first for me. And this holiday was full of firsts.
The door opened and closed, a box hit the kitchen counter, and then he was back.
I moved my arm and opened one eye to see my sexy man standing naked with a can of whipped cream. I laughed. “What the fuck are you planning to do with that?”
Preston squirted some into his mouth, then answered my question. “Spray it up your ass, then eat it out.” My jaw dropped open in shock and he took that opportunity to squirt it into my mouth.
I swallowed and scowled at him. “You are not, N-O-T,notspraying that anywhere inside my body.” He looked disappointed for about two seconds.
“Then I’ll just eat it off you. How about that? You’re like a buffet for me.”
“You hate buffets,” I quipped.
“Not when they’re serving cock and balls with whipped cream.” I barked out a laugh as he shook the can. “You’re gonna need to lose the sweats, baby.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I lost them and my mind with his teasing. By the time it was over, we were both a sticky mess and in desperate need of a shower. But I’d never look at whipped cream the same way again.
* * *
Christmas morning was pretty great.We’d slept in and he’d taken me from behind before we got out of bed, putting that morning wood to good use.
“Goddamn I love this,” he growled in my ear as he thrust lazily into me, torturously grazing my prostate just enough to make me gasp, but not hard enough to make me come.
