Page 82 of Game On

“It’s almost as good as my frolicking bumblebee tie.”

“Only almost?”

Grinning, Jamie leaned in and kissed him softly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Butterflies took to life in Dorian’s stomach. He and Jamie had shared his bed, having the raunchiest sex of his life, and it was a quiet, breathy, full-of-feeling “Hi” that got to him?

Jesus.

“Sorry about the game last night.”

“Eh. You can’t win them all.” Jamie’s gaze cooled when it landed on Adriana. “Hey. Have a good week?”

“I did.” Smiling a little too brightly, she pulled at the fabric of her long-sleeved blue dress. “I’d stay and chat, but I’m meeting a friend for a late lunch.”

“Who are you still in contact with here?” Dorian asked. “You haven’t lived here in almost fifteen years.”

“Mostly just Peter Trumball.”

“The guy you showed your boobs to?”

Adriana pumped her eyebrows as she headed out of the office. “Maybe I’ll show him my boobs again.”

“I didn’t need to know that!” he called to her retreating back.

Jamie made a face. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not. Now give me a proper hello kiss.”

Jamie obliged, though there was nothing proper about it. Improper was the better word, all messy and wet and insistent enough to make Dorian beg. Jamie had been gone for three days, and Dorian had felt surprisingly bereft. He had shit to do, so it wasn’t like he’d sat around waiting for his lover to come home. But it had been strange, turning to say something to Jamie, only to realize he wasn’t there.

The way Jamie kissed him now, perhaps he’d also felt bereft. It wasn’t so much that Dorian felt like he’d been missing a limb—more like he’d been missing the ring finger on his right hand, an essential digit he needed to function.

Poppy stuck her nose between them, and they pulled away laughing.

Jamie set her down, and she trotted to her corner of the office, took her favourite chew toy between her teeth, and climbed into her bed.

“So.” Jamie leaned in for another brief kiss. “I had a thought.”

Dorian’s gaze dipped to Jamie’s crotch, where a very prominent erection was very prominently bulging against his pants.

Jamie laughed. “Not that.”

“Bummer.”

“I was thinking...” He pulled Dorian close for another kiss, like he just couldn’t help himself.

And didn’t that make Dorian’s head swim?

“Since I have a very rare weekend off,” Jamie said, “why don’t we drive to Kelowna for a quick visit with my family?”

Dorian’s swimming head got caught in a whirlpool.

Jamie wanted him to meet his family?

“We could leave today and come back late Sunday. My brother says we can stay with him. And we can bring Poppy. Everyone in my family has a dog. She’ll fit in perfectly.”

Instead of going with a very appropriate, I don’t think I’m ready to meet your family yet, or an equally true, Are you crazy? We just started dating, what came out of Dorian’s mouth was, “I told you once and I’ll tell you again. I’m not taking the Coquihalla in March. We can fly.”

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