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This is it. I'm once again standing in front of the office that could change my future.

Though work is roughly an hour drive from home, my heart is still pounding when I pull up our driveway, stopping in front of our three-car garage that I hardly use.

I don’t drive a Bentley anymore; I found something more practical—a Tucson.

The inside of the garage is filled with holiday decorations and the Mustang that Tobias works on almost daily.

It’s a warm Seattle night, nearing on seventy-five. It’ll cool down more as the night goes on. After my meeting with Mr. Dumonte, he let me leave early. So instead of getting home closer to 6:30, it’s only a little before 5:30.

The house is dark as I open the front door, which isn’t a surprise. Tobias may not even be home. He isn’t working today, but he takes Biscuit for walks often, brings her to the dog park, or goes to the gym or shopping. Also, he could just be home and in the dark because he hates the lights on.

I swipe the wall for the light switch and when the lights turn on, a bunch of bodies jump up from behind furniture, pop out from around corners, scaring the ever-living shit out of me as they shout, “Surprise!”

As if my heart couldn’t beat any harder.

Before I can say anything, the crowd of people move closer to me, all smiling and dressed to impress, as if they’re due at a dinner party.

But even through the crowd of familiar faces, it’s only one person I focus on.

Tobias is front and center, moving right toward me and cupping my face to kiss me.

“Congratulations, baby,” he says with a bright smile, Biscuit at his side. They’re basically attached at the hip at all times.

I smile in return, but I’m confused as hell.

“How did you know?” I ask. I hadn’t shared the news with him. I was hoping to do it tonight, over dinner .

“That would be me,” Marianne says, moving forward so I can see her. I give her a look, asking how. “Dad told me he was going to give you the promotion, so I talked to Tobias about setting up the party.”

I shake my head as tears sting my eyes. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve these people.

And I definitely don’t deserve Tobias, who has taught me more about myself than I thought was possible.

The most important thing being that love is love, and though my sexuality is still a weird thing for me, I’ve just accepted that I like people for who they are.

But it’s not something I have to worry about anymore, not since we’re spending the rest of our lives together.

Tobias reaches over for my hand, his wedding band glistening under the light.

It’s still new, just about three months.

We didn’t make a big thing out of it, just a small ceremony here at our house with all our friends and family.

Even my parents showed, but just to drop off a gift. It’s progress, and I’m still hopeful.

“Thank you,” I say, looking from Marianne to Tobias.

They both grin in return. “And thank you all for coming,” I say loudly for everyone else to hear.

They all clap and whoop. Any reason for us to get together and party.

Everyone from the bar is here, Asher, Morgan, even Max.

My brother, Tobias’s sister and mother. They’re all here, celebrating me.

Our family and friends. It's wonderful. My heart is so full.

I turn to Tobias, throwing my arms around his neck to hug him. When I pull away, he’s looking at someone over my shoulder with a strange smile, and so I turn to see who it is. I wouldn’t put it past Preston to do something stupid.

“Congratulations, son.”

I’m met with my father giving me a bright smile, my mother by his side with watery eyes.

“Dad? Mom?” My smile is slow, but sure.

“We’re so proud of you,” my mother says.

And that has tears pouring from my eyes. I hate it, because I hate crying, but I can’t fucking help it. What better way to celebrate a promotion at work, from manager to director, than being thrown a surprise party by every single person you care about?

The party goes deep into the night, with everyone eating too much and drinking too much. They’d ordered a bus to get everyone here, so I wouldn’t find a ton of cars in the driveway and get suspicious. The same bus takes everyone back.

“I am so proud of you,” Tobias says once we’re in our room, getting ready to shower and go to bed.

“Thank you,” I say, my gaze going to the curve of his back as he pulls his shirt over his head. He gives me a knowing look when he finds me staring.

“You know, I had a really hard day today,” he says with a smirk.

I laugh. “Did you now?”

He nods, sauntering toward me. “I did.” He kisses me. “And I really want to fuck you, but…” He shrugs. “Kinda low on energy. ”

I narrow my eyes. “Okay?”

Tobias’s hands travel down my sides, hooking into my pants to tug out my shirt.

“So, I was thinking you could fuck me tonight.”

My eyes go wide, and my dick instantly gets hard. “Seriously?”

“Unless it’s a problem…”

“No! No problem. Fuck, yes.”

We’ve talked about me fucking Tobias. We’ve had a lot of conversations about sex and what we like and don’t like—not much on the dislike side, by the way.

And Tobias has said he has no issue bottoming for me, but it just hasn’t happened.

Sex with us happens naturally, and we just do what feels right.

It’s not that fucking him feels wrong, but…

I love when he fucks me too much to not want it.

“When you’re done getting undressed, meet me in the shower.”

He walks away before I can argue, and I quickly get undressed, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor. When I walk into the bathroom, I find Tobias with his back to me, one hand leaning on the wall, his foot on the built-in tiled shower seat, and two fingers buried in his ass.

“Holy fuck…” I breathe out.

My dick pulses out pre-cum and I grip it in fear of coming right this damn second. This is by far the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life, and that’s saying a lot because Tobias is sexy as hell .

“Are you going to make me do this myself?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Not at all.” I step into the large shower and pull Tobias’s hand away, immediately replacing his fingers with mine.

He groans when I swipe against his prostate.

He used plenty of lube, so I don’t need to add more.

I brush my cock against his ass, and grip onto his strong shoulder to hold him in place so I can shove my fingers deeper.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “That feels good.”

“You want my cock in here?”

“So bad.”

I spot the lube on the shelf beside him and pour it all over my dick while I work on stretching him for me.

When he’s loose enough, I line up my dick with his hole and wrap one arm around his waist while the other goes back to his shoulder.

He’s still standing with a leg on the seat, which gives me so much room to play.

“Are you sure about this?”

“So fucking sure,” he groans, and I push a little deeper. “Except for one thing.”

I stop, my heart pounding so hard I hear it over the spray of water.

“What?” I ask breathless. I’ll stop if he needs me to stop, but fuck, I really don’t want to. Not this time. I would have no problem if he changed his mind and wanted to fuck me instead, but I won’t lie, I’d be a little disappointed .

Tobias glances at me over his shoulder. “What if I like it too much?”

My chest seizes and the grin that splits my face fucking hurts. He grins back. When I spoke similar words to him nearly two years ago, I was actually terrified. I don’t think Tobias is afraid of this, because he knows I’ll fuck him whenever he wants.

“Trust me, you will,” I say, pushing forward even more. His eyes fall closed, and he lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. “It’s kind of hard not too.”

I bottom out, and his hole clenches around me. “Holy fucking shit, that feels so good,” I mumble. “How the fuck does this feel so good?”

A shiver racks my body as I adjust my grip on him, preparing to fuck him up against the wall.

“You should feel yourself,” he mutters, pushing his ass into me. “Now fuck me before I change my mind.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I fuck him hard and fast, until he has to plant both feet on the floor with both hands against the wall just so he doesn’t fall.

When we both get to the point that we’re shaking, I sit down, and he rides my dick like a porn star until I’m exploding deep in his ass.

I stay slightly hard, and he grinds against me as I jerk him off.

He comes so hard his body shakes, and he falls back against me.

“I fucking love you,” I whisper in his ear, my arms wrapped around his waist, dick still buried in his ass.

He turns his face to kiss me. “I love you too. ”

Every time I hear those words, I’m even more confident that I would give up everything I have ever earned just to be with him. Because home isn’t a house over my head. Home is Tobias.