“I’ll assume that’s a compliment.”
“It is.” His smile fades. “You, um, you bring something out in me that I’m still wrapping my head around.”
“What?”
“The way you low-key dom me. No one ever has, and it kind of pisses me off that I give in so easily, but not enough to resist it.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. “It’s not your natural inclination?”
“Not even close. I haven’t bottomed in years.”
“I’m honored even though I thought I was the first.”
“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, but I see the vulnerability creeping into his expression. “I’ve had to keep a lot of things together for years. Even before my mom passed. My career is high profile and it’s all I have really. And yeah, I’m pretty controlling, but…” He pauses, exhaling slowly, and I stay quiet to let him get out whatever he wants.
“But something about you relaxes me enough for me to let go for a little while. I’m curious how you knew you could talk to me like that.”
“I told you before that I’m a good judge of people. I often have to make quick assessments and decisions, and I made one about you.”
“You thought I was weak and submissive?”
“Just the opposite, gorgeous. I thought you had the weight of the world on your shoulders and could use a break.”
He nods thoughtfully. “Guess you were right.”
I roll closer to him, dragging my fingers over his chest. “But you don’t have to be pissed about it. This is just our vibe, and if it works for us, what else matters?”
Bouche nods again, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip, making me desperately want to taste his mouth. So I do, closing the space between us and pressing my lips to his.
He moans happily, sinking into me, and before long, we’re rolling around together again. My cock swells, rubbing against his, and I have to wonder if I’m capable of coming a third time this afternoon.
Before we can find out, a ringing phone interrupts us. Bouche groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “I gotta answer that.”
“Okay.”
He rolls off me and grabs his phone from the nightstand.
“Hey, what’s up,” he says.
I watch his face go from relaxed to tense in mere seconds.
“Why?”
I sit up slightly, balancing on my elbow. Is he in trouble? Or someone he knows?
“Are you being honest?” Bouche asks his caller. “Because you don’t have to hide anything from me.”
I hear a male voice on the other end, but it’s too muted for me to decipher the words.
Bouche nods, but his brow is creased with concern. “Okay, then. If you’re sure.” He listens some more and then says, “Will you be at the game on Saturday?”
I perk up at that. Is he seeing someone else too?
His jaw twitches, but then he exhales. “Yeah, okay. This is a good opportunity?” Bouche drags a hand through his hair before saying, “Okay. Good luck, then. Let me know when you’re back.”
He ends the call, lying back with a small groan.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
