Page 357 of A Matter of Time

“Yessir, I did.” I smiled at him.

“And?”

“And nothing. He just wanted to make sure I was all right, and he wanted to apologize for the fight we had the last time he saw me.”

“What else?”

“Nothing else, he just apologized. It was nice of him.”

He nodded. “I don’t want him around, Jory.”

“He won’t be.”

“He didn’t want to see you?”

“I told him I’d be back to work next week and that he could gimme a call then.”

“And he just let you blow him off?”

“I didn’t blow him off. I just told him that we could talk next week.”

He smiled before clutching me to him, pressing me to his chest, his hands on my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight. His warm skin felt like heaven.

“It’s nice that he was worried about you, J, but I repeat, I don’t want the man around,” he said as his fingers slid up the back of my neck into my hair.

“I know, don’t worry.”

“You belong to me. I say when, and if, he can see you.”

I snuggled in tighter against him. “I should hate that, but I don’t.”

“Hate what?”

“You telling me what to do.”

“Like I fuckin’ care what you like or don’t.”

He was adorable. “Don’t swear.”

The backs of his fingers slid under my chin, and when it was lifted, his mouth settled over mine. He kissed me lazily, his tongue tangling with mine, and I was content not to move and let him.

“Hey, hold this.”

I couldn’t stifle my chuckle as I was passed the lube. “You are seriously scary.”

“You talk too much. Lift up,” he said as he pushed his jeans and briefs down to his knees with one hand and took the lube from me with the other.

“Don’t you hafta go back to work?”

“After.”

When I lowered myself over him, I watched his head roll back on his shoulders, the way his chest constricted, and the slight tremble that ran through his frame. There was a sense of power that came with knowing that I caused all that. His reaction to me was honest. He couldn’t fake it.

“You like me.” I smiled, looking at his closed eyes, watching him wet his lips, hearing his shaky breathing. “You like doing this to me.”

His hand ran down my abdomen to my cock; the fingers stroking me felt incredible.

“My beautiful baby,” he said softly. “Love being inside you.”