Page 117 of It's Complicated

I laughed as a euphoric calm settled over us. “We are pretty stupacular.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” He pulled his face out of my neck, a goofy grin stretching his lips.

“Nope. Would you?”

“Not a chance.” He dropped a kiss on my mouth. “You’re sleeping here tonight.”

“I am?” I ran my fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

“Yup. I didn’t make my bed for nothing. You’re being romanced, remember?”

“How could I forget.” I couldn’t help kissing him again. “But we should shower first. I don’t think wipes are going to cut it this time.”

“Not this time,” he agreed. “But not yet. Pretty sure I’d fall on my face if I tried to get up right now.”

“Mood.” I sighed happily. “My legs are shaking.”

He nuzzled my neck. “Mine too.”

“Isaac?”

“Hmmm?” He lifted his head so he could look at me.

“Tonight was amazing. All of it.” I pressed my finger against his lips when he started to protest. “All of it,” I repeated firmly. “You put so much thought and effort into making the night special. That means the world to me. And even with the hiccups, it was amazing. Thank you for taking the chance I wanted to but couldn’t.”

He smiled, his features relaxing.

“And we probably should change the sheets before we go to bed,” I added. “We made two wet spots, and I’m now lying in the second one.”

He laughed. “Oops. Guess we’re just going to have to sleep in your bed.”

“Guess so.” I pinched his ass. “Now get your butt up and into the shower so I can watch you get all wet and soapy.”

“You like that, huh?”

“Let’s just say I’m going to make sure I shower at the other end of the gym from you from now on. Picturing it in my head is dangerous enough. Potentially seeing it in public would be a disaster.”

He snickered. “You do realize that’s basically a challenge to make sure I use the shower directly in front of you and give you a show, right?”

I let out a dramatic sigh. “I know. Guess I’ll just have to get really good at jerking off silently and give you your own show.”

He let out a groan. “Now I can’t stop picturing you all soapy and wet and jerking off for me. Do you think we can come a third time? My intrusive thoughts are telling me we can and should try that in the shower right now.”

“Not sure,” I said, pretending to think really hard about it. “I’ve never tried to come three times so close together.”

“Me either.” His mischievous grin was so damn adorable I had to drop my fake pensive act and beamed a big, probably stupid-looking smile at him.

“What’s that face for?” I asked, still grinning at him like a moron.

“Want to up the ante?” He raised his eyebrow suggestively. “Whoever doesn’t come in the shower has to give the other a show the next time we’re in the gym and it’s safe.”

“You’re going to get us banned—or arrested—if you keep giving me ideas like that.”

“Not if we’re careful.” He bumped his soft dick against mine. “What do you say? I’ll even sweeten the pot and add a blow jobin a location of your choice if you lose tonight. That way, you still win.”

“And what if you lose tonight?” I asked, rubbing my dick against his.

It was too soon to get hard again, but the friction felt nice, and Isaac’s soft sigh told me he thought so too.

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