Page 33 of Get A Fix

“Check my phone,” I told him. “The code is 8675.”

He just stared at me.

“Please, honey, check the phone.”

The way he was looking at me, like I was an alien or something, was really strange.

“What?”

“You’re fine with giving me your security code, and then there’s an endearment?”

I winced. “Sorry, sorry, I tend to⁠—”

“No, no,” he rushed out, leaning over to plant a kiss on me that I felt down to my toes and then back up to my chest, sparking and twinging the whole way, making my pulse pound, my skin tingle, and sending my blood rushing straight to my cock.

“Don’t change anything,” he ordered and warned in the same halting breath. “You’re going to spoil me with all this honesty and trust.”

I smiled against his mouth as he kissed me. My alarm went off again, louder than the first time.

“We really hafta get moving,” I said when he pulled back, kissing behind my ear as I bucked up off the bed. “And you’re gonna make it uncomfortable for me.”

“I could⁠—”

“Get the phone, Ash. And c’mon, we both know you’re hungry.”

“I promise you, the last thing I need is food.”

It would have been a stronger statement if his stomach didn’t take that moment to growl like he was possessed by a demon. Everyone was starving today.

I couldn’t have held in my laughter if I tried.

“You know, Cooper, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think I like you at all.”

I grinned at him. “No. You like me a lot.”

“Perhaps,” he granted, and tried to kiss me again before his stomach let out a roar.

“I think it tried to talk that time.”

His furrowed brows sent me into hysterics, and I was unceremoniously shoved off the end of the bed.

FOUR

We had both unpacked, then showered and changed, and later, in the elevator, on our way to dinner, I smiled when I noted him scowling at me. “What now? You thinking we should have taken the stairs so you could have shoved me down a flight or something?”

“I didn’t hurt you when I⁠—”

“You don’t know that. Maybe I’m delicate,” I teased him.

“Just… Listen. I got a world-class blowjob and you got nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “I feel terrible, and I’m very concerned that you won’t think me a fit companion to spend your time with.”

I squinted at him. “I enjoyed the hell out of having you, and why on earth would you feel terrible when you enjoyed it?”

“I want you to be excited about having sex with me. How does me being a selfish asshole, not taking care of you at all, make any kind of good impression?”

I turned into him then, pressing my face into the side of his neck as I knocked him gently back against the wall of the elevator. “You made a great impression, and I can’t wait to get back in bed with you. It was fun, and we talked, and I loved every minute of that.”

He wrapped his arms around me, clutching me to him, holding me tight. “You did? You swear?”