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We continued down the hallway, but not in the direction of the living room. We were heading toward Zac’s bedroom—a place that I’d never thought I’d see. But I was standing in the middle of it now, with Zac beside me.
He had a gorgeous king-size canopy bed. The wood of the headboard, footboard and four posters was thick, heavy, andstained dark brown. I walked over to the bed to touch one of the posters because I wanted to feel the carved ivy on it. Then I ran my fingers across Zac’s comforter. It was made of dark blue velvet on the top side and gray underneath. The four pillows were the same colors and just as plush. I could so easily imagine Zac sleeping in this bed without a stitch of clothing on his body. I’d seen him do that in my bed, but there was something about seeing his private chamber of rest that greatly appealed to me. This space had a king-like feeling to it: fitting for the kind of man that Zac was.
I glanced around the rest of his bedroom and noted that the two nightstands and dresser were made of the same heavy wood as the bed. So was the table in the corner of the room beside a gray chaise lounge chair. It had a lamp on it, as well as a stack of books.
When I turned around, Zac had his eyes on me.
“Are you okay with being at my house, Stevie?”
“Yes. I never thought I’d come here and I certainly never thought I’d be standing inside your bedroom.”
“I never thought you would be either.”
“Did you decorate your bedroom too?”
Zac nodded. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. It suits you.”
“Thanks.”
“Were you in here when you watched the Fifty Shades of Grey movies? You’ve got a flatscreen on the wall,” I said, pointing at it.
“Yes, I was in here and I was alone.”
I grinned at Zac.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’m just imagining you watching one of the movies and touching yourself.”
Zac grinned then. “And?”
“The thought of it turns me on.”
“The thought of you touching yourself does that to me too.”
“It’s been three days since we’ve had sex. I don’t know about you but I’m about to…” I sighed.
“Me too.”
“I would love for it to happen here but it can’t.”
“Well, it could.”
“No, it can’t, Buchanan,” I chuckled.
“I’m coming back to your house as soon as I can. It’s all gonna depend on that little boy down the hallway.”
“I understand every bit of that. And when you do come back to my house, I expect you to drop your pants as soon as you walk through the door.”
“And I expect you to be naked.”
“You know I will be.”
“And we’ve gotta stop talking like this.”
“Yeah, I see what it’s doing to you,” I said, glancing down at the front of Zac’s running shorts.
