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I had no recollection of moving, and a quick assessment of how I was in the middle of the bed told me that we’d both moved toward each other.

I’d opened my arm for him at some point and he’d snuggled in.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to wake him, and I didn’t want to go to work today.

I wanted to stay with him. I wanted to do a lot of things to him, but that wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t here for my pleasure; he was here to recuperate and stay out of trouble for a week.

Trouble I probably should have asked about but didn’t want to know...

With him lying in my bed with my arm around him, I wasn’t sure I cared.

My god, how I wanted this . . .

I wanted intimacy, human touch, and the feel of a warm body next to mine.

I wanted sex.

My dick was very aware of Benji’s proximity.

Goddammit.

I need to get up and out of bed now.

My alarm hadn’t even gone off, but I needed to be out of this bed before he woke up and realised I had a raging hard-on.

“Morning,” he said, still half-asleep. I froze, but he chuckled. “I probably should apologise for being where I am right now.” He sighed. “But I’m not sorry. Like, at all. That was the best sleep I’ve ever had.”

I realised belatedly that I still had my hand on his shoulder. I let it drop. “I should get up,” I said, pulling my arm free and sitting up, swinging my legs to the floor.

Willing my hard-on to miraculously deflate.

No such luck.

Benji whined out a sigh. “Such a shame.”

I had my back to him and didn’t dare turn around to see, but it definitely sounded as if he were pouting.

Don’t look. If you see those lips in a pout with sad dark eyes, you’ll do something you’ll regret.

“I need to shower,” I said quietly and walked into my bathroom so he couldn’t see just how much I’d enjoyed having him in my arms.

I made the shower as cold as I could stand, and it did very little to rid myself of my eager cock. Well, the hard-on was gone but the urge, the need for release was bubbling just under the surface.

You’re not going to work today.

You’re going to work from home. You’ve done it before, that time when you weren’t feeling well, and it was fine. Working from home was common these days. It’s no big deal...

I shut the water off and grabbed my towel, mad at myself for even entertaining the idea.

This is a one-off. How often do you have a guest staying over? Get your work done and enjoy his company. Life will be back to miserable and lonely soon enough.

Goddammit.

No, go to freaking work. Christ.

Now even madder at myself, I dried off and regretted not bringing clothes with me. Because now it meant that I had to walk back out into my room wearing nothing but a towel.

With Benji still in bed watching me.

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