Page 100

I hum, then decide to tease him, just a bit. “I’m sure we can make room in our busy schedule for you.”

“How kind of you,” he teases right back. “I’ll call her later and let you know what the plan is when it’s all done.”

“Thank you.”

For so many things, but I don’t have the energy to list them all right now. I promise myself later, though, that at some point, I will. I’ll find the time and the words to explain to him just how much he’s done for me.

Making sure I can attend an interview for the job I want to leave this job for is just one of many.

That Friday night, on Barry’s couch with my sister and him cuddling on the other corner, we watch Sterling’s husband lift a big-ass trophy and scream like he’s just won a war.

I guess he has.

The feed changes to show the audience and suddenly— yes, that’s⁠—

Holy fuck.

I take a picture as fast as I can and send it to Tucker.

Sunny:

Look, it’s Eli and Lex!!

And Lyla Storm!!!!!!

Of course the second part is more important to me, but it’s still wild to see people I’ve actually met on the TV.

Tucker answers half an hour later with a line of laughing emojis and that’s that.

Every day passes predictably, which is a nice break after the week from hell—and Dr. Natalie agrees that most of it was a hell of my own making.

And Sunday night, Tucker and I settle into what I guess is our new normal . . . with some slight changes.

He asks me if he can sleep with me, and I agree even before he specifies that he only meant sleeping.

So we sleep together.

The warmth of him at my back has me dropping off to sleep faster than normal, and when I wake up—before him—Monday morning, and feel his hard-on pressed right against my ass, I wish we had enough time to fuck for real.

We don’t.

By the dim light coming through the window, I know we have fifteen minutes tops before the boys start waking up.

So I kiss his eyes gently, his cheeks, his lips, and down his neck, until he’s grumbling adorably.

His eyes spring wide open when I palm his morning wood, and his nod in answer to a quirked eyebrow is all the permission I need to pull his pants down, then my own, and straddle his lap for the most delicious morning frotting session.

Before we can get going, though, I remember the mints I have in my bedside drawer and get one for each of us.

Then he’s gripping my hips, stretching his neck up as far as it will go to kiss every patch of skin he can reach. He feels fucking perfect against me. His dick and his body, all strong and big and hard, and fucking perfect to get lost in.

The last spurts of cum are still cooling on our skin when the first call sounds through the house.

“Tuuuuuck.”

We burst out laughing even as we hurry to the bathroom to clean up.

It’s a pretty perfect morning that spreads through the day, and the evening, and the night when Tucker once more asks me if he can sleep with me.