Page 31 of Hearts of Fairlake

I looked over at his colorful pajama pants, the rumpled shirt, and the slippers he'd left on the floor while he drove barefoot. “You look like you rolled out of bed and walked out the door."

"That's precisely what I did," he said with a throaty chuckle. "No point getting dressed for the day. I'm not due in until noon, so I'm staying in bed, and Felix is staying there with me."

"Decorum would be one good reason."

"And when in the hell did you ever care about decorum?"

"That was always your job."

"My jobusedto be taking care of you like an adultbabysitter," he said with a smirk as he turned onto a back road. "But now I have another job."

"You just couldn't wait to leave me," I said with a smirk, knowing that wasn't the case.

"It's probably a good thing I left before you inevitably retired. Otherwise, where would I be?"

"What? I could always use a personal assistant, especially one as good as you. Otherwise, I'm going to be depending on myself and my husband to keep things organized."

"Yeah, maybe it's time for you to be a big boy and take care of your own shit."

"I think I can manage."

"Let's be honest, it's going to be Grant that manages, not you."

"Yeah, well, fuck you too."

Luke chuckled, sliding his hand over to squeeze my knee. “Why don't we leave that to the expert?"

"You know, I never much minded when you touched me before," I said wryly. "But now you've been officially converted to the Church of Dick, you touching me is weird."

"Don't worry," he said, patting my knee before pulling away. "There's no one on this planet I want to sleep with other than the man waiting for me at home. Your butthole is safe."

"Bold of you to assume it would be my ass getting used," I said with a snort. "You scream bottom."

"Felix informs me I'm what he calls a 'power top.' I didn't ask what that meant because he was...well, we were occupied."

"It means I’ve learned things about my best friend against my will."

"I've seen you, balls deep in people. I don't think you get to play the victim card."

"Maybe Felix should thank me."

"For what?" he asked, glancing at me sidelong warily.

"Well, if you hadn't seen an expert in action, you might not have been prepared for the transition to sleeping with guys."

"I will absolutely tell him you said that, and then I'm going to call you and let you listen to how hard and for how long he laughs hysterically."

"Well, that's...rude."

"You'll live," he said with a smirk, stopping the car. "Now get out of my car and go find your husband so I can go home and curl up with mine."

"Look at us," I said fondly, getting out of the car. "Both so wonderfully domesticated. Neither of us was any good whatsoever at relationships, but here we are, happily married and desperate to be home."

"It's called getting older," he said, giving me a smirk. "Now go loosen Grant back up. He was never a difficult boss before, but apparently, he's as human as the rest of us, and going without getting laid isn't doing him any good."

"I'm so telling him you said that," I chuckled as I grabbed my bags from the backseat and closed the door. "That'll be an interesting workday afterward."

"Long before I accepted the job offer, he made me promise that while we were both on the clock, our relationship would remain purely professional. He has never broken that in two years, and neither have I...but he’ll probably have something awkward waiting for me after my shift."

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