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“Next time you’re coming on my face.” He sighed happily. “Oh, another rule. Post-orgasm cuddles are nonnegotiable. If I’m gonna rock your world, you’re gonna cuddle me after.”
“I suppose that’s fair. Sit so you’re on my lap with your legs to the side.”
He wiggled and shifted until he was able to snuggle up to me, his head on my shoulder. I hugged him closer and breathed him in, still savoring the afterglow.
The partition lowered an inch. “We’re about five minutes out,” Vlado said, then raised it again.
“Perfect timing.” Nick sat up, his face blank and his eyes eerily neutral, as he slid off my lap and back onto the seat. “You wouldn’t happen to know a good dry cleaner, would you?” He tucked himself away and did up his pants. “Hopefully one that does rush jobs. There’s no way in hell I can wear this again tomorrow night.” He motioned to his shirt, which was streaked with cum.
I finished doing up my pants. “Don’t worry about that. Tomorrow’s event isn’t black tie. My stylist will send you another outfit.”
“Your stylist?” He buttoned his jacket, effectively hiding most of the mess. “Are you Kim K? Why do you have a stylist?”
“Because my sister was in fashion and she insists on it.”
“Rich people are so weird.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I bet you have a personal chef and a full staff to do all the chores us normies have to do ourselves.”
“I do.”
“If you tell me you have parallel hallways, I’m gonna stomp on your fancy-ass shoes.”
“I only have one set of halls.”
“Good.” He glanced out the window as the car slowed and pulled over. “What’s the thing we’re going to tomorrow?”
“Another cocktail party.”
His face scrunched up. “Same boring people?”
“Different ones.”
“Awesome sauce.” He gripped the handle. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.”
He pushed the door open.
“Nick.”
Pausing, he glanced back at me.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Fine. It’s just been a long day.”
“Do you work tomorrow?”
“Nope. I usually work at the club on Fridays and Saturdays, so I get weekends off at the café.”
“That’s a lot of hours.”
“Says the workaholic. Bye, Vlado!” he shouted at the partition, and it lowered.
“Bye, Nick.”
“One question. Is that divider thingy completely dark, or only tinted?”
“Completely dark.” Vlado grinned.
