Page 75 of Burden of Proof

The incessant trill of my alarm was never welcome, but the next morning it was louder and more insistent than it had ever been before. Lincoln made an unhappy sound, and I reached behind me to search out my phone on the nightstand to quiet the noise. My bed was so, so warm, Lincoln’s body so perfect, I knew I’d fall asleep and not wake up until lunch, so I allowed myself one snooze before gently extricating myself from the sheets and my boyfriend’s perfect body.

As soon as I was on my feet, Lincoln rolled onto his stomach with a grumble, stretching his arm toward my side of the bed. His front was clearly his favored sleeping position, and I didn’t dislike it either. Being able to feast my eyes on the smooth globes of his ass while I got dressed for work wasn’t something I would ever complain about. I would complain, though, about the streaks of dried cum on the backs of his thighs, a reminder that at some point my dick had slipped out of his tight hold and sometime thereafter my cum had followed.

I was so focused on his ass, I didn’t notice his eyes open, didn’t see the way his mouth twitched into a sleepy grin.

“You did so good last night,” he murmured, praise I should have been laying on him.

I finished tightening my belt, then sat down on the edge of the bed beside him to put on my socks.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to be prepped or not,” I said, dusting my fingertips down his crack, teasing one against his hole.

“What you did was perfect,” he said. “But I didn’t expect the snuggles.”

“It felt important to keep my cum inside of you.”

Lincoln thrust his hips down against the mattress. “Use a plug next time. If you want.”

“Was the method I used not satisfactory?”

He smiled and hummed. “I only meant if you wanted it to stay in longer. The way you did it was far beyond satisfactory, Sir.”

Brushing Lincoln’s hair back from his face, I bent down and dropped a gentle kiss against his forehead.

“I love when you call me that,” I told him. “When you call me any of those names, to be honest.”

“I love when you act like one.” Lincoln’s lashes fluttered, and I kissed his eyelids.

“Does the…” I paused, groaning at myself for trying to broach the subject. It was too early to talk about the mechanics of our dynamic.

He rolled onto his back and stretched, reaching toward the headboard with both hands. “Tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I assured him, untucking my socks from each other so I could put them on and finish getting ready for work. “What other people think or do isn’t important. The only thing that counts is what we think and do.”

With a tired grunt from behind me, Lincoln flung himself out of bed. He wrapped around me like a cat, taking the socks out of my hands before settling on his knees at my feet.

“We are whatever suits us,” he whispered, rucking up one sock before using his chin to gesture at me to lift my foot for him. “As we’ve always been.”

It was a simple—yet profound—observation, one that had any further comment dying in the back of my throat. Lincoln put my other sock on and adjusted them both around my calves before smoothing my slacks back into place. He rocked back on his heels and let his hands rest on his thighs, palms up.

He was a sight, on his knees with a hard cock and eyes still half-closed. His hair a tangled mess on top of his head, skin flushed from sleep and pierced nipples hard as rocks.

“I particularly like calling you Sir when you’re on your knees for me,” he murmured, letting me manipulate the angle of his head with every stroke of my hand through his hair.

“Do you now?”

He nodded, closing his eyes with a smile.

My heart slammed against my sternum, and I surged forward and down, taking Lincoln’s face into my hands and crashing our mouths together. He startled, but quickly fell into the kiss, curling his hands around my forearms and holding on whilemy tongue dipped deeper into his mouth. I kissed him until I couldn’t breathe and then longer still until I could breathe again.

“I love you,” I promised, sealing it with a hard press of lips against the corner of his mouth. “Are you staying here today?”

He smiled sleepily. “I don’t even know what day it is.”

“Wednesday.”

“For a while. My laptop is at home, and I’ve got to catch up on editing or I won’t have enough money to pay rent this month. And I have to check on Feeny.”

“Feeny?”