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His eyes opened. Finally, I’d gotten through, or at least I thought I had until?—
“You’re skipping work.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Really? I didn’t see any fancy suits hanging up in the closet.”
“That’s because I’ll be working remotely while I’m here, something that’s not an option for you.”
“Ah, right.” Preston dropped his arm and rolled to his back. “You’re the boss.”
The way he said it told me that he was annoyed I was trying to be the boss…of him?
I sighed. “Preston?—”
“No, I get it, but here’s the thing. Ineverskip class. I never do anything I actually want to do, because I’m too busy doing what Ishould. So if I want to take a day off to spend with you, then that’s my choice. My decision. Not yours.”
When he put it that way, I couldn’t resist his logic. But it still didn’t mean I wanted toencouragebad decisions.
“All right,” I said, lying back down on my side to face him. I reached for his chin, turning him to look at me. “I won’t say another word about today. But let’s not make this a habit. And yes, I’m talking to myself too.”
Preston nodded, and I relaxed, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him back into me. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder.“I guess that means you’re stuck spending the day with me. Whatever shall we do?”
“I can think of a few things. I thought you had to work remotely, though?”
I shrugged. “If you can skip a day, then I can too.”
Excitement lit his eyes. “Really?”
“Really. So, what did you have in mind?”
“Hmm.” Preston pursed his lips, making them impossible to resist, but he put a hand to my chest before things got out of control. “Why, Mr. Carrington. I wasn’t suggesting we take the day off so we could spend it in bed.”
I rocked my hips against his, loving the feel of his hard body as it molded to mine. “No? Because it sure feels as though you like the idea.”
“What kind of boy do you think I am?”
I lowered my head until my lips were by his ear. “A naughty one who skips school and wakes up naked in older men’s beds.”
He gave an unrepentant grin as he surged up and rolled me to my back. “Only one man’s bed. But yes”—he wriggled around, making me groan—“he’s definitely naked.”
I grabbed his hips, stilling him before we really did end up spending the day here. “What do you want to do?”
“Do you ice-skate?”
Of all the things I’d expected him to say, that was literally the last. “Ice-skate?”
“Yeah. You know, where you strap blades to your feet and try to stay upright on a rink made of ice.”
“Thanks for the breakdown, but no. I don’t ice-skate.”
A look of pure shock crossed Preston’s features. “Ever?”
“Since I was at least in my twenties.”
“Really? But you live in New York, and it’s so much fun.”
“Yes, but broken bones are not. Especially when you’re in your forties.”
