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Frowning, I leaned back from my keyboard and swiped the phone off of the desk. “What’s going on?”

It wasn’t like Gage to sound that torn up about something. He’d been fine texting me throughout the day.

So what changed to put him in such a sour mood?

“The fucking twins aren’tsureif they want to come home for the holidays.” The tone in Gage’s voice, while sounding annoyed, was laced with despair.

My man was in the middle of a full-blown meltdown. Or, well, as much of a meltdown as Gage could possibly be spiraling into. That man was the most stable person I’d ever met.

“Hey, I’m sure they didn’t mean it like that.” Hopefully, my voice was soothing. “They’re just being teenagers. Trust me, I have one of my own.”

“You know what Grey said to me? That his boss isn’t going to give him the vacation days. And then Asher said that he might be tied up with taking another specialized course to get certified for who fucking knows what.”

Not being able to help it, I smiled a little. As sad as it was to hear how cut up about this Gage was, he had a very unique way of ranting about things. He was a charming man who was constantly keeping me on my toes, no matter what we talked about.

Even during sex, I was always tuned in to what that mouth of his was doing.

“Too bad I can’t call them to scold them,” I teased.

“Would you?”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “No, Gage. They don’t even know me.”

“So?”

Poor thing. He sounded desperate. I honestly doubted that the boys would actually ditch him for the holidays. More likely than not, they were planning something and trying to throw Gage off their trail. From the stories that I’d heard about them from Gage, that’s how they seemed to act.

I could be wrong, obviously, but then again I was more willing to believe that then I would about them being cruel and simply ditching their brother over a holiday meant to bring families together.

Gage had raised those boys better than that, and if the day came that theyweren’tshowing up on my boyfriend’s door with fucking bows on top of their heads claiming to be Gage’s Christmas present, I really would call them up and rip them a new one.

My kid had an excuse to put some distance between us. Gage’s did not.

“Baby.”

He grunted at me in response.

“It’ll work out. I’m going to come keep you company soon.”

That seemed to perk him right up. “Oh yeah? What kind of company?”

Oh, that familiar husky tone sent shivers racing up my spine. I loved when he slipped into that.

Leaning back in my chair, the thing creaking under me as I did so, I quickly worked the button above my fly apart and slipped my hand under the waistband. My dick was already half hard, perking right up the moment Gage had called.

My body was so attuned to him that it could predict the man’s phone calls. Like a damn satellite radar type shit. I probably needed to be way more concerned about that than I was, but honestly, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“The kind where I wrap my lips around that hard cock of yours,” I said.

He groaned instantly. “Oh fuck.”

I stroked my cock lazily while I pulled it out of my pants. The tip was already wet with precum, glistening slightly in the dim lighting of my office. Curling a hand over the already swollen knob, I smeared the slick fluid down along my shaft, working myself nice and good while Gage’s breathing turned heavy on the other end of the phone.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his voice getting chopped up for a second while he was readjusting himself. “I want you so damn bad.”

“Want to know what else I’m going to do to you once I get my hands on you?”

“Yes,” he groaned again.

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