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There wasn’t a bag in it, and Brick didn’t want to just throw the trash in there. He poked through the big boxes stacked on the counters, but he only found housewares for the kitchen. There were brand-new packs of dish towels, utensils, and a very impressive cast iron frying pan.

He looked under the sink, but there was nothing there either.

Jules came back inside, scowling.

“Hey!” Brick waved. “You okay? Your face looks like a cat’s ass.”

“Huh?” Jules walked over to join him in the kitchen. “The fuck does that even mean?”

“You’ve never heard that? Maybe it’s a Southern thing. It just means you look sour. Like, pissed off.” Brick rubbed Jules’s chest, leaning in for a kiss. “There. Better?”

“Little bit.” Jules smiled, and he put his big hands on Brick’s hips. “Mmm, might need some more.”

“Which can totally be arranged. After you tell me where the trash bags are.”

“Easy. Ain’t got any.”

“What?”

“I just fuckin’ moved in.” Jules laughed. “I need to do some shoppin’, okay?”

“Well, we still need all the ingredients for the bungeoppang if you want me to make them. We could make a list?”

“I’d be down with that.”

“Even if you, uh, get everything handled tonight, you’re still sticking around, right?” Brick hated how hopeful he sounded.

“You bet your sweet ass I am.” Jules hugged Brick close, one of his strong hands pressing into the small of Brick’s back. “I’m going on vacation, remember?”

There was something about being held right there that made Brick’s knees weak, and he draped his arms around Jules’s broad shoulders. They kissed, and Brick’s heart pitter-pattered its way into oblivion.

Everything was going to be fine. Jules was gonna do his gangster thing tonight, and then it would be over. They could keep seeing each other, and Brick wouldn’t have to worry about crazy men breaking into his house or dead bodies or trying to remember where the damn key for the trigger lock on his gun was.

When Jules’s hand wandered south to get a solid grip on Brick’s ass, Brick moaned appreciatively and grinded forward. It wasn’t hard to get worked up with Jules, and Brick was hard and ready to go in just a few seconds.

“Mmm, baby boy,” Jules murmured, teasing his tongue over Brick’s lips. “Wanna take care of our unfinished business, huh?”

“That’s a big hell yes, Daddy.” Brick grinned. “I should have brought some of my toys.”

“We can get some. Right now, Daddy just wants to get you naked and play with you.”

“I’m all yours, Daddy.”

Jules smiled and kissed Brick again before leading him upstairs. They went into the bedroom, and Jules surprised him when he kept going into the bathroom.

The bathroom was massive with every possible fancy feature Brick could have imagined, including a giant jacuzzi style tub.

“Daddy is gonna strip you down and give you a nice hot bath,” Jules said, squeezing Brick’s hand as he led him over to the tub.

“Seriously?” Brick grinned in delight. “Mm, are you gonna get in with me?”

“I might.” Jules brought Brick’s hand up to his mouth for a kiss. “I wanna make up for, you know… the oopsies.”

Brick couldn’t help but snort out a small laugh. “That’s very sweet. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Go on then.” Jules winked. “Get naked for me.”

Brick undid the sash of his robe, ready to throw it off on the floor.

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