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The need to take things slowly was rapidly fading.

A moment later, Ruben groaned. Every fiber of his body tensed under my fingers, and the warm proof of his orgasm seeped through his briefs.

“Shit. No!” Ruben cursed quietly to himself, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“That never happens to me!” he continued, and I kept laughing.

“I know,” I managed to say. “Is this your way of telling me you have to go?”

“No. I mean . . . ” Ruben took a deep breath and started massaging my cock again.

I gently took his hand, and Ruben turned to me in alarm.

Slowly, I kissed each of his fingers. “You have to go now. And I’ll still be here when you come back.”

“That’s not right,” he protested.

I placed my hand on his chest and stretched out my fingers. His pulse was racing at his throat.

“Of course it’s right. You’re going to take a shower now, go to work, and then come back to me.”

Ruben shook his head. “But I’ll bring you something to eat.”

My smile grew wider and wider until I was beaming from ear to ear.

“No. I’ll get ready too, and we’ll go together and have dinner together.”

“That . . . ” Ruben smiled tentatively. “We can do that.”

Neither of us had any idea what we were doing here.