Page 53 of Midnight Ash

I pull out my phone and call him.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

"Oh, hi," he says, and I can just imagine his beautiful smile on the other side of the line. "Sorry, I picked up without looking at the phone. Miss me already?"

I chuckle.

"Baby, I've been missing you since we had to get out of bed yesterday."

He laughs.

"Since we spent another two hours together out of bed, am I to take it you're only with me for my body or my sexpertise?"

"You know it."

"Jackass."

"Ash, I just looked outside. It's snowing."

He laughs.

"I know. It's fucking cold too."

"I hope the market doesn't have to close. I mean, what happens when it snows?"

"Oh, hold on," he says, and I hear background noise.

It sounds like he's serving someone, so maybe the market stays open. But won't it get too cold? I open a new tab on my internet search and look for warm coats and gloves. Ash is a little smaller than I am, but I can guess his size. I can't bear the thought of being here in a warm heated office and Ash being outside, feeling cold.

"Hello? Xander, are you there?"

"Yes, baby, I'm here. Look, will you be upset with me if I buy you a new coat? Maybe some gloves, and do you have outlets in the stall? I can get a heater—"

"Wait, hold on, put your shiny armor down and get off the horse. I love that you want to come to my rescue, but I don't need those things. I mean, they're nice, but I'm used to the cold weather. We have patio heaters every few stalls."

"Could I still get them for you?"

"One condition."

"You name it." I'll buy him whatever he needs, a new hat, earmuffs, anything to keep him warm.

"Replace the heater with some panties, my size."

"Fuuuck, Ash..." And now I'm fully hard, imagining Ash working all day and wearing soft, pretty panties, waiting for me to take them off later.

He chuckles, knowing exactly the effect he has on me.

"I gotta go, the market is getting busier. Can you come over for lunch? There's something I want to tell you, but I don't want to do it over the phone."

"Sure, I'll bring you a grilled cheese and hot coffee," I say.

"You're the absolute fucking best."

"Fucking best, yeah?"

"Absolutely."