Calvin smiled. “You want to suck me next time?”
“God yes, but please don’t tease me now,” I murmured. “I don’t know if I can manage a third round.”
He laughed again in that airy, carefree manner that one often has after fantastic orgasms. “I really have to go now.” Calvin climbed off the bed and started gathering his clothes and dressing.
I rolled onto my stomach, watching him tug his trousers back on and button his shirt. “Thank you,” I said at length.
“For what?” Calvin turned around.
“Everything. In the course of one day, you’ve come to my rescue, kept me company, driven me home, cooked me breakfast, and gave me two—no, three amazing orgasms.” I grinned. “Is this all part of being a public servant?”
Calvin grew quiet, turned away to grab his tie off the floor, and put the knot into place at his neck.
I raised my head. “Hey, I was teasing,” I said quickly.
Calvin buttoned the cuffs of his shirt and finished getting himself presentable before he leaned over the bed and kissed my mouth. “I know,” he murmured. “Stay in bed and relax today, okay?”
“Are you ordering me?”
“I will if I find you’ve gotten up from this exact spot,” he said with a small smile.
“What if I have to piss?”
“All right, that’s allowed, but nothing else. Concussions are serious.”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
He combed his fingers briefly through my hair. “You’ve got my number.”
“What would I need it for?” I asked, tilting my head into his touch.
He shrugged. “Anything.”
“When will I see you again?”
Calvin hesitated. “Maybe you should consider this a done thing.”
“What?” I sat up abruptly.
“You’re dating Millett, Sebastian,” Calvin said as he let go. “Aren’t you?”
My gut rolled and made me feel sick. “I don’t know,” I said.
“You should tell him.”
“That we fucked? Are you serious?”
“Yes,” Calvin replied calmly. “I admit it’s partially my fault, but I know you’re not the sort of man to deceive someone.”
“Jesus Christ, Calvin. Has anyone told you that you need to work on your pillow talk?” I stared at him, wanting to stand up and argue, but I felt I wouldn’t be as intimidating stark-ass naked. “I mean, not to get all teenage mushy, but was this anything more to you than sex? I’ll be honest, you send some fairly conflicting signals.”
“I know I do,” he said simply.
“That’s not helpful,” I retorted. “God…damn it. I want you, Calvin.”
“Millett—”
“Neil and I have been circling the fucking drain for six months,” I said, now angry. “I’ve just been too afraid to admit it. And—and now you’re here and I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
