Chapter 33

Bye, bye little flicker of resolve. Hello, moment I’m probably going to regret.

I drop everything else my hands are doing and wrap my arms around him. I scoop him up, and when his feet lift off the ground he smiles. He winds his legs around my waist, and I carry him, our lips together again, my shoulders and his knees bumping doorframes and walls as if I’ve forgotten the layout of my own damn house. I don’t drop him on my bed. I lay him down like he’s made of crystal and the surface I’m putting him on isn’t a soft mattress but solid marble—like I’m afraid he’s going to shatter on contact.

As I pull away from him, I pop the button on his pants and draw both his slacks and underwear off him. He immediately starts on the buttons of his shirt, but I can’t spare a second of attention to watch that part of the process. Not when his cock is naked and hard right here in front of me.