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Simmons snorted. “No, you’ll have to call him back tomorrow. Which again, means you should probably head out before something else comes up. Plus, your man is waiting for you outside.”

Sloane stood up. “You could have fucking led with that.”

Simmons laughed, backing out of the room and out of Sloane’s reach. “Yeah, but watching big, mean, grumpy Sloane turn into a sap instantly is fun.”

“Get the fuck out of my office,” Sloane growled, slamming the note down on his desk.

Simmons laughed his way out of the office, with Sloane close behind. There was nothing left for him to deal with anyway, not anything that couldn’t be handled the next day.

Irritated, he shoved the door leading outside open, and sure enough, Dean was waiting. The sight of his boyfriend hunched over on a bench, tapping away on his phone, soothed Sloane’s annoyance. The tip of Dean’s tongue was sticking out betweenhis lips as he typed, a sure sign he was focused on whatever he was trying to write.

“Howdy, handsome,” Sloane said as he approached.

Dean looked up, face breaking into a smile. “Hey, you’re early.”

Sloane snorted. “Early? I was supposed to get out of here half an hour ago.”

“Yeah, early for you.”

“I don’t like it when you’re right.”

Dean chuckled, pocketing his phone before standing up. “I think you do.”

Sloane reached down, taking hold of Dean’s hip and pulling him close. The last of his irritation disappeared instantly as Dean’s body folded against his perfectly. Sloane was never sure if their bodies fit so well naturally or if he and Dean were so in sync that it just happened. Personally, Sloane didn’t care what it was. It was one of the best feelings in the world.

Dean leaned up, catching Sloane’s lips with his and kissing him gently. The press of Dean’s lips was soft at first, but Sloane felt Dean’s body coil up as though preparing to strike. A moment later, the kiss deepened, and Sloane could practically feel the barely restrained need pouring from Dean’s body as he pushed just a little bit closer.

And there was another one of Sloane’s favorite feelings in the world.

“You sleep?” Sloane asked as he pulled away.

Dean smiled, dropping down to flat feet once more. “I got a couple of hours before I came over.”

Sloane slid his hand down, resting it on Dean’s lower back. “Maybe after I shower, you can have another hour or two while we watch a cheesy movie?”

“Better plan. I help you with that shower, and then we watch an awesome movie.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you’ll be helping me with my shower.”

“No, but I’ll help you with something.”

Before everything had changed for them, Sloane had never thought of Dean as a particularly sexual person. Sure, Dean had mentioned getting laid occasionally, and Sloane knew he had to have desires. But it wasn’t until he and Sloane started dating, and Dean grew comfortable, more assured that they would be a couple for a while, that Sloane got to see what Dean had been keeping from him.

To his absolute delight, Sloane had discovered Dean was incredibly sexual. Then again, Sloane would have found it impossible not to be turned on by someone who was aroused at just the sight of him as Dean seemed to be. Sloane thought that maybe once the sparkle of being with Sloane had worn off, Dean might ease back considerably. There had, of course, been a bit of slackening as the months went by, but never enough to make Sloane wonder or worry.

Sloane led Dean away from the bench and back toward their apartment. “Who were you texting?”

Dean snickered. “Your mom.”

“Why is that funny?”

“She’s asking me when I’m going to make an honest man out of you.”

“An honest...she’s trying to get you to propose?”

“I think she’s trying to get me to talk to you about marriage so that one of us proposes.”

Sloane sighed. “I’ll talk to her, good God.”