Page 13 of The Year of Us: March

“How long are you in town for?” I asked.

“I’m done with work as of when I met you for dinner.” He kissed the back of my neck, pushing my hair out of the way. “Myflight home is Sunday morning. I have to be in the office for a meeting on Monday.”

“I work tomorrow,” I said with a yawn.

“Saturday?”

I nodded.

“What time tomorrow?” he asked.

“Seven.”

“Do you have plans during the day?”

I rolled onto back, and Cory nestled against my side, turning his attention toward my nipples, which were immediately hard under his touch. I closed my eyes and groaned, not sure I had another round in me, but not strong enough to tell him to stop.

“Do you remember last month?” he asked me casually, like he was talking about the weather, “When you fell asleep with your cock in my mouth?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve jerked off thinking about that,” he said, hand sliding lower until his fingers curled around my flaccid cock. “I’d never done that before you.”

“I take it you liked it,” I said, gasping at his touch.

“I like every single thing we’ve done together,” he said softly. “I really liked you coming inside of me tonight.”

I chuckled, finally relaxing under his touch. “I’m going to think about that one all month.”

Pausing, I swallowed back my nerves. “Are you back in April?”

“Yes,” he answered.

“It feels like a long time.”

“Yes, but worth the wait,” he said. His fingers were so soft and tender around my cock I could have wept over it. “What about tomorrow? What about the rest of my time here?”

“I want to call out of work and stay in bed and fuck you all weekend,” I admitted.

“What if I want to fuck you?”

“We can flip,” I said. “I like when you…”

Cory hummed again, and I wanted to know what he was thinking about every time he made those small and quiet noises. He was so introspective, but so forward at the same time. Admittedly, the man was brilliant on top of handsome, quick-witted and sharp-tongued. A threat in every sense of the word. The only saving grace was that he lived across the country and couldn’t drive me mad every day of the week.

“Don’t stop now, Reese.”

“I didn’t hate when you spanked me.”

That earned a laugh that vibrated right out of his mouth and into my bones. I smiled, even though it took all the energy I had left.

“There’s no harm in it.”

“No,” I rasped. “I imagine not.”

He gave the barest squeeze to my tired cock. “Why does it scare you so badly?”

Any other time, the question would have had me backtracking into another zip code, but his body was perfect and his hand was so warm, and my defenses were crumbling.