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“I made a chicken dish. It’s extra spicy.”
“Smells like Indian food. You know I don’t like…”
“Try it. I went light on the international flavor, and I’ll make you something else if you don’t like it.”
“If you say so. I want to take a shower first.”
“No hurry. I’ll warm some up for you.”
I turn off Janeway and grab my bowl as he disappears to the bathroom. The jalfrezi is a snap to reheat in the microwave, and I add some of the basmati rice. I wolf down my ice cream and rinse out my much-relieved tentacles, coaxing them back into my mask. Finally, I pour him a glass of beer, and it all looks very cozy set out at our kitchen table. That should help him unwind from his disappointing day.
He comes into the kitchen looking much relaxed, and it’s hard not to stare. His boxers and loose t-shirt look like they could all fall off in a second, and if I play my cards right, maybe they will. He’s so damn handsome, with his Mediterranean skin and dark hair. How did I ever get so lucky?
“This looks great,” he says, and I melt. It’s great to get validation from the ones we love.
I sit on the other side of the table to keep him company and try not to stare. These last few months, since he moved in, have been heaven.
“Tell me about the appointment,” he says. “You said we have some good news.”
“Yes, Doctor Genji said he’ll be able to remove them, and hopefully he can retain enough of the beard to hide the scarring.”
“So afterward, you’ll look like a normal person.”
“That’s my understanding. My beard won’t look as full, of course, but he said he would try for an average male profile.”
“That’s great news, Rye. Did he give any idea about timelines?”
“He needed to do some reading, since I’m a special case, but he suggested he could do it early in the New Year.”
“I suppose we can last that long. And the cost?”
“Don’t worry about that. I have some money set aside for emergencies.” And this is a good thing. Finances are going to be tight next year, but I already have a lead on a new contract with a biotech start-up. They’ll be needing the whole package—protocols, standards, and documentation—and hopefully my reputation will be enough to get a foot in the door. I’m sure I’ll find time for the extra workload, but that’s a worry for the new year, if it happens.
“Thank the gods you can get it done quickly. That will be such a relief. Speaking of cash, my car payment is coming up.”
“Thanks for reminding me. Just leave the bill on my desk and I’ll take care of it. How’s the chicken?”
“Not half bad! Like you said, it’s really spicy.”
This makes me feel all warm inside—I knew he’d like it as soon as he tried a bite or two. There’s some ice cream left, so I ask, “How about some dessert?”
Then he says the thing I’ve been waiting to hear, the thing I’ve been hoping for all day.
“Actually, I’d rather have a blowjob. How about it?”
“With pleasure. I can take care of the dishes later. Can you take your clothes off here?”
“You are a naughty boy. Sure.”
This is (almost) my favorite part, when he indulges me. Enzo used to work as a go-go boy, and he really knows how to show off his assets. I think he misses those days, but he’s so busy with rehearsals and networking that he doesn’t find the time. But here at home, he has an enthusiastic audience of one, and I’m always ready to cheer him on.
He stands over by the door and gives me the sex kitten look I live for. Then he caresses his hands up under his shirt, peeling it up slowly to show all that delicious fur. I stay sitting down—I don’t want to distract him—but I let my hands wander down and stroke my growing bulge. The anticipation is sublime.
“You are the sexiest man on Earth,” I say through the mask, and it’s completely true. He takes my breath away, every time.
He tosses his shirt on the floor and starts to tease with the boxers. It’s torture as I get momentary glimpses through the fly and peeking out the leg, glimpses of what’s waiting for me just ahead. He inches them down, in excruciatingly slow steps, to show his inky pubes. My tentacles come to life at this, anticipating, knowing they’ll be exploring that salty sweaty forest soon. Then he flips around, arching his back and slipping the boxers down over his sexy bubble butt, richly tanned and inviting, giving me that wiggle I can’t resist.
“Can I give that perfect ass some attention too?” I ask, hoping it doesn’t sound too needy.
