Page 55 of The Boyfriend Gamble

Stanley merely smiled at Opal’s messy dress and Angus’s dirty knees.

My heart expanded at the thought of doing that with our kids. Maybe at Wally’s wedding. If my best friend ever married, that was.

“What’s the smile for?”

“Honestly?”

Felix nodded. Of course he nodded. He’d never want me to be anything other than brutally honest.

“I was thinking about our kids playing at Wally’s wedding.”

His eyes went comically wide.

“But I’m getting ahead—”

He launched himself at me, crashing his mouth into mine.

I caught him, of course, because he was slight in comparison to my bulk. In a heartbeat, I bent at the waist, put my shoulder against his stomach, and hauled him over my shoulder.

“Oof. What do you think you’re doing?” Might’ve been a touch of righteous indignation in there.

“Carrying you to our marriage bed. Where I’ve wanted to get you since I built the damn thing.” Which was the truth, I’d realized, at some point this week. I’d never imagined him sharing it with Josie—ick—but with myself. Thinking of all the things I’d do to him. With him. That we’d do to each other.

“Jacob, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

I laughed and slapped his ass. “Piddly thing like you? You’re a lightweight.”

“I think I’m supposed to resent that comment.”

“Well, don’t. You’re sturdy. A good size. The perfect size for me.”

He stilled his squirming as I carried him up the stairs. I could’ve tried bridal style, but that likely would’ve been too challenging. Carrying him like this put added pressure on my knees, but I’d be fine.

“Perfect size?” He might’ve squeaked that.

I caressed his ass. “We haven’t talked preferences. I’ve done it both ways—and liked it both ways—so I’m totally open. Whatever you want, sweetheart. Or we can take it slow and just do suck and jerk—”

“What?” Yeah, he definitely squeaked that.

“I suck you and you jerk me. Or I jerk you and you suck me. Or we both suck each other. Or we both jerk—”

“I get the picture.” He stroked my back, fingering the waistband of my jeans. “I’ve spent the entire week imagining…”

We entered our bedroom. Oh, I’d carried him over the threshold. Cute. Something to tell Josie. Slowly, I eased him to his feet, and held him steady when he swayed from the head rush of having been upside down.

His cheeks were bright red.Should I have done that to him?

In a moment, though, he recovered. And offered me the widest grin.

“You said something about imagining…?”

“First, we get naked, then you show me all that I’ve been missing. I’ve got quite a few years to make up for.”

I wanted to ask why me? Why now? What had changed since all those other men and women he’d met, especially in university, who hadn’t caught his eye?

You don’t need to know. It’s not important.

No, it really wasn’t. He was here. Now. With me. In our bed. I unbuttoned my shirt as he did the same. He stilled, though, when I yanked my shirt off. I cocked an eyebrow.

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