Chapter 23

Now it’s done and there’s no turning back.

“That was,” Brian gasped minutes later.

“Great? Horrible?”

“All that I dreamed it would be,” Brian replied.

Conley pulled out, rolling onto his side to stroke Brian’s sweat-dampened hair. “You dreamed of us doing it?”

“No. Imagined sometimes, but no dreams.” He turned on his side to look at Conley. “I never have erotic dreams, although I might start now.”

Conley chuckled. “If you do, they’d better involve me.”

“Well, duh.” Brian kissed him. “You and only you.”

“I would hope so.” Conley caught a glimpse of the nightstand clock over Brian’s shoulder. “As much as I’d like to stay here and do this again, and again, it’s time for you to get ready for work.”

“Ugh. Do I have to?” Brian grumbled.

“Probably not, if you’re only doing it to earn a living, because I suspect that’s not a necessity now. But, yeah, you do. You’re not the kind of person who would be happy with nothing to do but sit around counting your ill-gotten gains.”