Page 53 of Only Temporary

“Relax.” He puts the popcorn down and turns to me, putting a firm hand on my shoulder. “They don’t know. They just think Phillip is way too obsessed with his job.”

“He does care about his job,” I say strongly because Phillip cannot lose his job, and I know how Tatum feels about social workers—even if he’s slightly softened on Phillip.

“I know, but he cares about you too, right?”

I nod my head, unable to lie. “And I care abouthim.”

“I know,” he says with a smirk. “I can tell, remember? You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll take it to my grave.”

My shoulders lose some of the tension I was feeling. “And him being a guy...” I look away for a moment, not sure why I feel the need to ask. It wouldn’t change anything if he had a problem with it. Well—not between Phillip and me anyway. “That doesn’t surprise you?”

I chance a look at him and see how sincere his face has become. “I didn’t know you were interested in guys like that. But if you think it bothers me even in the slightest, you don’t know me as well as I thought.”

I nod slowly, taking his words in. “I didn’t know I was either. Not until him.”

He seems to process that slowly but still doesn’t seem bothered. “I just want you to be happy. It’s good to see you doing something for yourself for once.”

“That’s the thing though...” I keep my voice down and check again for anyone who might be listening—still don’t see anyone. “It’s selfish as fuck. It could ruin everything if anyone found out.”

“So don’t let anyone find out,” he says it like it’s so simple.

“That’s the plan, but you picked up on it.”

“I know you. And I’m around you two with your googly eyes.”

“We do not have googly eyes,” I try to defend, but hell, even I know I’m in awe of the man any time he’s around. “He’s just so perfect.”

He snorts at that. “Except for his job.”

“Hey, he’s good at his job, and the world could use more good social workers.”

“Look, man. Just be careful. But you being happy—that’s a good thing for the kids. Things have been going well, and I think that’s because you’ve been happy. They pick up on that.”

“I can’t lose them.”

He grins again, effortless and unbothered. “Then don’t.” I roll my eyes, but he just nudges me with his hand. “I’ll stay with them. Just make sure you’re back before they wake up.”

“I’ll be back in an hour,” I say, jumping up from the couch, but he tells me to take my time and kicks his feet up on the coffee table.

I grab my keys instead of getting a ride and drive to Phillip’s apartment. I can tell he’s surprised when he opens the door, but he’s clearly pleased and pulls me inside by my collar.

We strip quickly—everything has to be fast with us most of the time. “Where are the kids?” he asks in between intense kisses and falling down onto the bed.

“Tatum’s with them.” I kiss down his neck and over each collarbone, wanting to take my time with him.

“Okay, good.” I smile, liking that his first instinct is to make sure they’re okay. I kiss over his stomach and sink down between his legs, wrapping my hand around his erection and stroking it slowly, relishing in the soft moans coming from his throat.

My brain shuts off, and I don’t overthink anymore when I’m with him like this. I just use every second we have together to touch and taste him—hold him—like it all could end at any second. Mostly because I know it could.

I lick a stripe up his hard cock, focusing on one prominent vein, and he gasps, his hips thrusting forward. I suck the tip into my mouth—his flavor exploding on my tongue, and I have to reach down to grab the base of my own cock and squeeze because it’s unbelievably good.

I don’t want it to be over yet. I suck him into my mouth, teasing with my tongue and lowering my hand to cup his balls, slowly rolling them in my hand, unable to stop touching him. Wanting to touch him everywhere.

“Come here. I’m too close,” he says as he tugs on my hair. I move up to him willingly, letting his cock fall from my lips before our mouths crash together. He urges me over onto my back and after grabbing lube and a condom, he straddles my thighs.

I watch as he prepares himself, my hands going to his firm ass and spreading his cheeks. I wish I could see him, but I’m almost too far gone. I think watching his fingers push into his tight hole would make me come immediately.

He rolls the condom down my aching shaft before positioning it at his entrance and then slowly takes me into his body. When I’m fully seated inside him, my hands remain on the globes of his ass, kneading the firm flesh. My eyes close, and my head falls back on the pillow.

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