Page 208 of Tech Bros

“He really likes his apartment.”

“No one’s asking him to get rid of his apartment. But also, since we’re on the topic—how often can you work remotely?”

“Isaac…” I smile, burrowing my face in the spot between his collarbone and his nipple. He smells so good right here. Familiar and comfortable and sexy and strong. He’s as close to a perfect man as I can imagine. I could kick myself for not noticing how much he liked me sooner,orI could just be happy that we’re here now. “Everything has to happen in its own time. Sometimes it’s gonna be super fast—likewaytoo fast, and sometimes it just takes how long it takes.”

His hand slides down my back, smoothing over one of my butt cheeks, then the other. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Oh, I can handle you guys. Twice in twelve hours was pushing it, but you’re right. I’ve got a break coming.”

“I could literally have sex with you all day, all night—no problem.”

“Well, we’re not all built for 24-7 performance. Good thing you have him.”

“Do you really think so? You’re not just saying that because you’re leaving, and you think it doesn’t matter?”

WhatamI saying?

“I think both of you deserve to have it all.”

“Does having it all include you?” he asks.

“If it’s what you both want.”

“What do you want?”

I gesture to the bed. “Whatever that just was. And this, too. And playing video games with Deacon.”

“And fucking him senseless on the couch?”

“When necessary.”

“When is itnotnecessary?” he jokes.

“God, you are genuinely unbelievable.”

“You make me sound like I’m impossible to please.”

“Not impossible,” I say. “It just takes—a lot.”

“Did I ever tell you how fast you used to make me come?”

I laugh. “What did you do? Fake lasting?”

“Kind of. Got sort of good at it, I think.”

“Until you got used to me.”

“Or…I did a lot of research on how to last longer.”

We’re quiet for another minute or two. Deacon still hasn’t come out of the bathroom, and I remember something else I need to apologize for. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you when Jake got hurt.”

“I don’t want you to feel bad for doing what you needed to do,” he says.

“I—you needed me, didn’t you? Both of you?”

He doesn’t answer. He kisses my forehead, letting his mouth linger there.

“Is he okay?” I ask quietly.