Page 21 of The Marriage Negotiation

My head fell back against the mattress, my eyes rolling in my head. The sensations were clawing their way throughout my entire body and ensnaring me in a sensual hold as my body splintered into a thousand pieces of pleasure.

Patrick growled, thrusting so hard that I could no longer keep up. I was lost in my climax, clinging to Patrick with the last vestige of consciousness. Patrick’s moves were deep, fast, and had me arching my back as Patrick came. His muscles shuddered under my hands before the man let out a rough shout as he filled the condom.

Patrick rested his body on top of mine as he cupped my face between his hands and searched my face with his eyes. "Was that okay?" he asked. "I know we said we were going to take it slow and—"

I pressed a finger to Patrick's lips. "I am capable of saying no, Patrick, even when I'm horny."

With Patrick as a husband, I was pretty sure I would be horny all the damn time, especially now that I knew what he was like in bed.

"I do have one question."

"Go ahead," Patrick encouraged.

"Where did you find the condom and the lube?"

Patrick smirked. "I'm gay, Zaq. I always carry them in my wallet."

Yeah, I didn't remember him getting his wallet.

A soft flush filled Patrick's cheeks. "I might have had extra in my overnight bag."

I chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Let me know when we run out so we can restock up."

We'd definitely be doing this again.

Chapter Six

~ Patrick ~

"This is your place?"

I glanced back at Zaq as I unlocked the door to my condo. "For the next two weeks and then I hope it'll become someone else's place. I've already got a realtor ready to list the place."

The faster it sold, the faster the money went into my bank account and I could use it for something else. Like that fancy condo in New York City that was costing me an arm and a leg. If I hadn't had friends to help me find the place and then get a discount, I would probably be living in a dumpster.

"The place that is waiting for us in New York is much bigger than this place." Which had kind of surprised me. "This is only a two bedroom. The condo in New York is a three bedroom."

I opened the door and stepped inside, holding the door open for Zaq. It wasn't much to look at considering everything was already packed and waiting to be put in the moving van.

"Oh, early cardboard," Zaq said as he walked into the living room. He gave the stacked boxes against the wall a long look. "Not my design style, but I can see the appeal."

I chuckled as I slid the house keys into my pocket. "I was trying something new."

"I'm a fan." Zaq grinned at me over his shoulder. "It'll go well with the cardboard I have packed in the van."

I liked this playful side of Zaq. He was humorous and I'd always believed that laughter was the essence of life. I'd seen so many of my patients over the years get better quicker when they were happy and laughing.

"I donated most of the furniture to a halfway house, so we only need to pack those boxes into the moving van." It didn't make sense to me to truck a bunch of furniture halfway acrossthe country when it would be just as easy to buy it new when I got there.

"How many more days on the road until we reached New York do you think?" Zaq asked.

"Depending on traffic it's really only about a twenty-five hour drive, so I figure a couple of more days maybe." I wasn't in a big hurry. Yes, I wanted to reach our new condo so we could go about living our new lives, but I was also enjoying spending this time with Zaq.

"Do you want to pack this stuff in the van tomorrow or do it now and get on the road before dark?"

"Well, there's no bed here, so..." I shrugged. "I say we get it all packed and see how much road we can eat up before we have to stop for the night."

"I'll go open the back of the van."

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