Page 48 of Jack Frosting

“Oh, thank God. I could kiss you.” I glanced over to see my client smiling at me. Normally, I’d be embarrassed, but we had been working together long enough that we both knew our boyfriend’s names. Clayton hadn’t officially called me that yet, but that didn’t stop me.

“Please do that. Want me to come inside?”

Nick had already headed to the showers, so I was alone and able to say, “I want you to come inside every time.”

“What a coincidence! I also want that. I’ll be right in.”

I closed my locker and headed to the front desk. When I heard the front door open, I turned to watch a blast of snow flurry into the entryway and a bundled-up Clayton in the midst of it.

“I hadn’t realized it started snowing,” I said.

“Yeah, caught me by surprise on the drive over. We’re expected to get six to seven inches tonight.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Damn, I love seeing you in your gym clothes.” His hands gave my waist an extra squeeze.

“I’m also hopeful for a few inches tonight.”

“Cumming inside you?” Clayton whispered into my ear.

Mmmm. “Can we skip the birthday party and go play in the basement?”

“As much as I’d love to do that, I think I’d rather tease you all evening and then take you home, edge you for another few hours, and-”

“Is this your boyfriend, Jack?”

It was Margie, leaning over the front desk, eyes wide open expectantly.

“Yes, hi there. I’m Clayton,” he answered.

“We’re off to a birthday dinner,” I explained, though it didn’t go unnoticed that he answered yes. I pushed Clayton away from her likely about-to-happen interrogation. “Boyfriend?”

Clayton shrugged. “I mean, we are, aren’t we?”

I gave him a quick peck. “Works for me.”

“Good, but you better hurry up. We don’t want to miss Eli’s arrival.”

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll be quick. Plus, Gareth already threatened me. We can’t be late.”

When I finished showering and dressing – in what had to be record time – I found Clayton ensnared in conversation with Margie, though he appeared to be enjoying himself.

“Wow, you clean up nice,” she said.

“I was about to say the same thing.” Clayton wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me towards him. “Ready to go?” he asked.

“All set.”

Once we were outside – where it was freezing! – I asked what had him and Margie chatting it up so fiercely.

“She’s a single mom. We were talking about our kids and related issues.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that about her.”

Clayton shrugged as he unlocked the car. “Maybe she doesn’t want to bring it to work every day.”

“I’m so glad it’s still a little warm in here,” I said, holding my hands in front of the air vents. “I should’ve worn long johns.”

“Oh yeah, we need to get you some. The kind with the little button-up flap for the butt.”

I playfully slapped his arm as he put the car in gear. “It’s always about sex with you now.”