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My heart trips over itself. I love when Zeke tells me things like this. He never worries about if it’ll make him look a certain way in front the other guys. He’s free with his affection for me and I can’t think of a better way for him to show his love.

“What about your day?” I ask.

“It was good. You like dogs?” Zeke’s question takes me off guard, the change of conversation sudden.

“Uh, yeah. I do. I wanted to get one, but I’m barely home and my condo won’t allow pets. I’d rather not get an animal if I can’t give them the love and attention they need. I’m waiting for work to slow down a little.”

Zeke scoffs a laugh. “What’s the likelihood of that happening? Especially since you’re up for partner.”

I laugh along with him. “Not very. A man can dream though. You like dogs?”

“Love em. I plan to get one soon.”

“Can I help pick one out with you?”

A smile colors his voice when he answers. “Sure, Counselor. You can even name them.”

“Damn,” I say with a snicker. “You must really love me.”

Zeke wraps his arm around me, squeezing me close to him. “I do. You should feel honored, baby.”

I bark a laugh. “Fuck off.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” I say around a yawn.

“What do you want out of life? Where do you see yourself in fifteen, twenty years?”

I snuggle closer to him, kissing his chest as I trail up to meet his lips. Zeke kisses me lightly before opening for me. “Right here. With you,” I answer honestly. “If it’s in the clubhouse, or our own house with our dog. You’re who I want to be with for the rest of my life.”

I’ve thought about it for weeks. I can no longer see my life without Zeke in it, as more than a friend. I can’t go back to just being his friend. It’s all or nothing for me and I’m all in. I just hope Zeke feels the same way.

His wide, almost relieved smile answers my question as he rolls me over to settle between my legs. “What do you know, Counselor? That’s the right answer,” he says as bends down to kiss me breathless.

Chapter Nineteen

Zeke

I asked Shane over for another try at our perfect weekend. Even though he gave me a sardonic smile, he said yes. Both of us know our jobs are demanding and we may have to cut our weekend short, but we’re hopeful.

Tonight, I plan for us to just hang out and watch a movie or something. Tomorrow is the surprise I have for him. I’m pretty sure he’ll like what I have planned. I know enough about Shane to know he’s adventurous—except when it comes to being on my chopper. He’s willing to try something once before he writes it off. What I have planned isn’t dangerous, so we should be good.

As I’m pulling up my favorite movie streaming service, Shane steps inside the house, locking the door behind him. He smiles when he sees me on the couch, rushing over to straddle my lap and bury his tongue in my mouth. I make a surprised noise in my throat but sink into the kiss. Shane’s dick pressing against my stomach, begging for attention.

Not tonight though. I just want to lie around and watch TV while I hold him. When I tell him as much, Shane’s eyes soften and he smiles down at me. “If I weren’t already in love with you, I think I would have fallen just then.”

I chuckle, giving him one more kiss. “Come on. Let me feed you. We can change into pajamas and lie around for the rest of the night. I gave Prez a heads up that I won’t be available today and tomorrow. He said unless someone is dying, he won’t call.”

“How noble of him,” Shane deadpans as he smacks a kiss on my lips. He climbs off my lap and removes his jacket, his tie and undoes some of his buttons of his shirt. I love that he came straight here from his office. I love seeing Shane in his sharp suit, with his hair styled neatly and sometimes he wears these black-framed glasses that make my dick hard. “Come on, you promised to feed me.”

“Yes, Counselor, I did,” I say with a smile, walking to the kitchen. I fix Shane a plate, sliding it over to him before I make my own. We sit and eat dinner together, talking about a little of everything.

After dinner, Shane gets his bag from his car, excusing himself to take a shower. I fight the urge to get in with him, knowing it’ll end up with one or both of us on our knees. As much as I love making Shane come, I really do want to just hang out tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve done that—since it seems like every time I get him alone, I have to make him orgasm—so I figured tonight is as good a night as any to just chill with my boyfriend.

At least, I think we’re boyfriends. I never asked and neither did Shane. We love each other, so do we have to ask?

When Shane steps out of my bathroom, rubbing a towel over his thick brown waves, I decide to ask him. “Hey, are we boyfriends?”

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