Page 102 of Deck the Fire Halls

“Morning,” I replied. “Coffee machine’s on for you.”

He stopped. “Why can I smell paint?”

I held up my masterpiece. “It’s a long story.”

He nodded, as if me holding an oversized wooden fork with a Union Jack handle was exactly what he expected me to have, and went to the coffee machine. “Busy night,I see.”

“Just how I like it.” I picked up the bag of craft supplies. “I know I normally stick around for the boys to get in, but I’d really appreciate it if I could clock out now.” They were only five minutes away...

Doug’s eyes met mine as he stirred his coffee. “Hm-mm. Somewhere more important to be, I take it?”

I grinned at him. “Absolutely.” I pulled on my coat and nodded to the whiteboard. “Everything’s done. Reports are on your desk. I even filled in the snow report.”

He almost smiled, until he remembered to be mad. “Mm,” he grunted at me. Then the big teddy bear softened. “Tell your doctor boyfriend I said hi.”

I laughed on my way out the door.

Boyfriend.

Damn, that sounded good.

I couldn’t get to Rob’s place fast enough. I bounded up the patio steps and, before knocking, thought I’d try the door handle.

It was unlocked.

I let myself in, shed off my coat, toque, and boots, left my clothes on the floor in his bedroom and slid into bed. Quick to sidle up to him, the first thing I noticed was how hot he was, and then... “Uh, why is your hair wet?”

He chuckled, stretched his back, and stuck his ass out. “I just had a steaming hot shower.”

Oh damn.

“I set my alarm,” he murmured. “Was about to start lubing myself but you’re early.”

Jesus Christ.

All the blood left my brain and filledmy dick.

“Oh Rob,” I breathed, kissing his spine. “You’ll be the death of me.”

He hummed when I used my knee to spread his legs. “Good morning, by the way.”

I pressed my weight down on him, letting him feel how hard I was already. “This is a great morning.”

I was inside him five minutes later. Slow and deep, holding him so tight as I climaxed. I never wanted to leave his body. I never wanted to let him go.

I held him afterwards, our bodies tangled, his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

I woketo the smell of food, smiling when I remembered I was in Rob’s bed. I saw his robe hanging on the back of his bedroom door, so I pulled it on and found him in the kitchen at the sink.

I walked straight up to him, wrapped my arms around him, pressed my face into his back, closed my eyes, and sighed.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” he said.

“Time is it?” I asked.

“A little after one in the afternoon. You haven’t slept enough.”

“Nah, s’okay. If I stay up now, I’ll sleep tonight.”

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