It’s hard not to put my mouth on his when he responds to it the way he does, too. Half of me always expects him to get a little skittish and tell me we can’t get more physical, but I keep kissing him and he opens for me, leaning back further to give me a deeper angle.
I slide my tongue along his, hot and slick.
And as I kiss him, any feeling of doubt about what I should and shouldn’t tell him fades away into the distance.
The same way that substances used to erase the rest of the world, but… better. Morereal.
I wake up suddenly to a horrible grinding sound.
I gasp as I look up to see a hand with purple painted fingernails reaching over me, grabbing something from the coffee table.
It’s Emily. She glances over and gives me a polite smile, completely businesslike, as if she doesn’t question for a moment why I would be here. I’m shirtless on the couch, but luckily I’m wearing pants.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi, there, Chase.”
How the fuck did I fall asleep?
I had plans. Big plans. I wanted to get Logan naked, to cater to his cock all night and edge him until he couldn’t take it anymore, then to make him comeagaina few hours later, reducing him to a pile of cum and sweat and… somewhere along the way we just cuddled each other to sleep?
Which was also good.
Really, really fucking good, actually, and it was making me hard, too, but?—
“Fuck,” I groan as the awful buzzy grinding sound starts again, coming from the kitchen, and afterward a different sound starts up.
Emily is organizing different paperwork on the table and then she picks up Logan’s laptop, bringing it over to the long dining room table.
I stand up and look over toward the kitchen. I walk over and find Logan in there, freshly showered, wearing a lavender colored shirt with white slacks.
“Morning,” he says in his deep, soothing voice. “You sleep okay?”
“Until you started up a construction site in the kitchen, yes.”
“I’m making green juice and espresso, if you want some. I have to call in for a morning show in five minutes. I tried to wait as long as I could before making too much noise.”
My heart feels a little too big in my chest.
Again, Logan wasn’t being thoughtless at all. Who knows how long he’s been awake, wanting to grind his espresso beans but being too polite to wake me up.
“Do you have any energy drinks?”
“God, no,” he says. “You’re blasting your adrenal gland, drinking those first thing in the morning. Can I make you a coffee instead? Promise you’ll like it.”
“I don’t know what an adrenal gland is, but it’s cute that you want me to be healthy.”
He hums. “Just want you to feel good, to be honest.”
“I’ll take a cup of the green juice and a coffee, then. Um… Logan?”
“Yes?”
“When did I fall asleep last night?”
He puts his hand on the palm of my back as he reaches past me to grab some drink glasses, and my cock throbs just from that touch.
“Somewhere after the hundredth time you kissed me, I’d guess,” Logan says, a twinkle in his eye.
