Page 93 of Bad at Love

Also, it smells just like him, even if he changes the sheets every week. His fresh, slightly musky scent is soothing.

He’s still pressed against me, only now I’m on my back and he’s cuddling against my side, arm thrown over my chest. Our legs are tangled together and his head is resting on my shoulder. I don’t hate this, but it’s not something I’m ready to do every day. I like my space too. I lie here for a while, staring up at the ceiling, until Gabriel’s alarm goes off. He stirs before rolling over to gethis phone to shut off the alarm. He stays on his back, rubbing his eyes before turning his head to face me.

“Morning,” he rasps out.

“Morning,” I reply with a smile. “So, how was it?”

“Didn’t hate it,” he says, sitting up. I roll over to put my arm around his waist and tug him back, kissing his neck.

“Then why are you leaving so soon?” I crawl over him, thrusting my erection against his. If there’s one thing that is a sure thing with Gabriel, it’s that he’ll be hard in the morning.

“Work,” he rasps out.

“You have plenty of time,” I say, kissing down his chest. I push his shirt up and kiss his bare skin, down to his hip then tug his pants down so I can get at his dick. He groans, thrusting into the air, looking for my mouth. “Want me to make you come before work?” I stroke his dick once.

“Yes, please.”

“You’re always so polite.”

“Would you rather me be rude?” he asks, and I laugh then suck him into my mouth. I go slow, teasing and licking and sucking, pushing him all the way to the edge then stopping.

“You tease me too much,” he complains.

“If it was too much, you wouldn’t come back for more.”

“Fair point. Just make me come.Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

I deep throat him and massage his balls until he releases into my mouth with a throaty groan. I climb up his body and kiss his lips.

“Our video goes live today,” I tell him.

“Can’t wait to see how it does.”

I roll off him, and he gets to his feet. I stare at his bubbly ass as he pulls his pants up and gathers his clothes for the day. Even on days he doesn’t go to work, he’s got this business casual look. Presentable at all times. I love it.

“Do you own a pair of jeans?” He looks at me over his shoulder, frowning.

“No.”

“We should change that.”

“Why?”

“Because I think your ass would look amazing in a well-fitted pair of jeans.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t like jeans. They’re… constraining.”

“And those collared shirts aren’t?”

“They stretch.”

“They have jeans that stretch too.” His eyes widen slightly. “Yeah. They’ve come a long way.”

He makes a noncommittal sound, then walks out of the room. It feels weird. Not being in his room alone, though that is a little strange. It’s more like something is wrong. Like he’s upset. I stay in his bed until he returns, and he seems shocked to see me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

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