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"Sure I can."

"Boris."He looks at me, then he glances out the doorway toward Ira's room.

I take his hand and kiss his fingertips.He turns wide eyes at me, so I nip at one of them."Go to bed, love."

It's still early, but he nods, and I take his mouth one more time before starting operation clean-up.

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Chapter 32

Simon

When I come back after having dropped Ira off at school, Boris is waiting for me at my doorstep.A blush is threatening to take over my face, so I focus on my shoes.I can't believe I allowed him to jerk me off in the kitchen with Ira sleeping in the next room over.

I can't believe how good it was.

I'd forgotten how good it could feel to have someone else touch me.

"Morning, love."Boris sounds amused, the bastard.I glare at him, which only earns me a chuckle.The next second, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me right there where all our neighbors can see.He tastes of mint and coffee.

"Did everything go well with dropping off Ira?"

I nod, then remember I have a voice."Yeah, no problem."

"Can I borrow him this afternoon?"

"Cookies?"I unlock the door and gesture for him to walk in.

He pushes up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the tattoos."No, we have a secret mission."

I narrow my eyes at him."Doing what?"

"What part of secret don't you understand?"

I sigh, but when I turn to walk into the kitchen, he grabs me from behind and pulls me against his chest, much like he did in the kitchen yesterday.I shiver at the memory, and he hums against my neck.

"Did you sleep well?"His whisper has me melting against him, and I nod.

"Good.I think you should let me...tuck you in every night."

I shake my head at the suggestive tone, but I can't help but smile.

"Simon."His voice is pleading.

"What?"

"Fuck."He hugs me tighter, and there is no mistaking the hard cock poking my ass.

"You said you'd go home and deal with that last night."I rub against him, and he groans.

"I did.Over and over again, but here you are, smelling so fucking delicious I want to eat you."

I huff and try to untangle myself from his hold.We aren't teenagers.We can have a conversation without groping each other.

He whines, a real whine, not a human sound.I turn and stare at him.

"What?"