Page 129 of Better Late Than Never

I stared at him. “Are you sure? We can wait until you’ve seen my results. I won’t be offended.”

He was already shaking his head. “I trust you.”

I swallowed, and as my thoughts began to settle, I couldn’t help grinning. We had had physicals. I hadn’t touched anyone since him, and I believed him when he said he hadn’t either. “I’m game if you are.”

“I am.” He grinned, and then sheepishly added, “Can’t promise it’ll be a marathon fuck the first time—I’ve, uh, never done it without a condom before, so I don’t imagine I’ll last long.”

“Never?”

He shook his head. “You’re the only one I’ve…” He hesitated, then barely whispered, “You’re the only one I’d ever even consider it with.”

My heart fluttered. “So… skip the condoms?”

“Skip the condoms.” He drew me in closer and kissed me. “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I,” I murmured against his lips. I was glad he’d waited until we weren’t getting ready to fuck to bring it up. This really was something to talk about when dicks weren’t hard and no one was thinking with their little heads.

But goddamn, it made me want him. Probably sooner than my over-forty body was ready, too.

I could live with it, though. Even if we didn’t get our first bareback round in tonight, we’d get there.

Eventually.

When we could fucking see each other again.

I forced back an irritated groan. “I really miss doing this all the time.”

Scowling, Alex nodded. “Me too. It’s fun when we can do it, but… yeah, in between…”

“It sucks.” I paused. “We need to go somewhere again. Out of town where no one knows us. So we can actually be together for more than a few hours.”

“Yeah, we do.” He trailed his fingertips up my abs, the featherlight touch making the muscles contract. “Where haven’t we been yet? And do you even have any leave left?”

“I have plenty. Not enough to take a couple of weeks somewhere, but a long weekend? I could swing that.”

Alex pursed his lips. “Where do you want to go?”

I thought about it. “What about Ibiza?”

He raised his eyebrows. “You want to go get shitfaced and party?”

“Is that the only thing there is to do there?”

“Well, no. But that’s whymostpeople go.”

I shrugged. “I’m not most people.”

His little smile made me warm all over. “You don’t have to tell me that.”

I chuckled. “Right, and I’m not opposed to partying a bit, just to say I partied on Ibiza. But…” I sobered. “I’d be perfectly happy just renting a nice place and spending the time there with you.”

Surprise flickered across his face. “Really?”

“Um, yeah?” I grinned. “Or hadn’t you noticed how much of our other trips we spend in our hotel?”

He laughed softly. “Okay, point taken.” Humor fading, he said, “I think Ibiza could be fun. Even if we just rent a place on the beach and don’t go anywhere.”

I slid closer to him, wrapping my arm around him. “I’m all for staying in and seeing how much the furniture can handle.”

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