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I slide out of Jeremy’s still-shaking body. Then I turn him around, wrap him in my arms, and stagger us the few feet to his bed.
And I kiss him, trying to reinforce the message over and over again.
This is who he is. And there’s nothing wrong with him choosing to be the person he was born to be.
Eventually, our kisses slow, and I pull away from Jeremy, getting up to deal with the condom and get a cloth from the ensuite.
After I’ve come back and cleaned us up, he lies cuddled into me, and I feel his heart slow down.
I draw circles on his back, loving the feel of his warm, smooth skin.
“You okay?” I feel obliged to ask because Jeremy is uncharacteristically quiet.
“Yeah, I’m definitely okay. That was…intense,” he says.
“It was incredible,” I reply softly, sifting his hair through my fingers.
I know I’ve got to get up soon and go home to sleep at my place so if Lachie arrives home from his sleepover early, I’m definitely there.
But I don’t want to leave a warm and drowsy Jeremy. I don’t want to miss his happily sated expression.
Shit.
This is exactly what I didn’t want. To be torn between a guy and being the best parent for my son.
I place a quick kiss on Jeremy’s temple. “I better get going before I fall asleep,” I say. I hope he can hear the reluctance in my voice.
He opens his eyes sleepily, and those gorgeous dark eyes find mine.
“So was that just resolving sexual tension round two?” he asks, his voice slightly raspy. “Are we hoping it’s permanently out of our systems now?”
Fuck. I can’t keep doing this to him.
I’m realistic enough to know there’s no way I can be around this man and not want him.
“I think we’ve proven this well of sexual tension will keep refilling,” I say slowly. “So my suggestion is that we’re open to the idea of releasing the pressure, no strings, just us having incredible sex whenever the mood strikes.”
A grin slides up his face. “Sex with none of the paperwork, you mean.”
I examine his expression closely. “Are you happy with that?”
“Am I happy that a gorgeous, sexy guy is offering me sex on tap? Hmmm, let me think about that one.”
“Are you okay that it’s just sex, not a relationship?” I ask with a frown. I don’t want him to joke his way out of this. I want to know his true feelings. I hate the idea of taking advantage of him in any way.
Jeremy waves my concerns away. “I’m fine with it. Seriously, Dustin. I’m a big boy. I can cope with keeping it casual.”
Chapter 8
Jeremy
Pinch me now.
Somehow my life has morphed into some kind of epic fantasy porn film. It’s like a very, very dirty version ofThe Office. Only the office in question is my pokey little one. Which, okay, probably wouldn’t make a good setting for a TV show as it’s only ten feet by seven feet, but it’s currently an amazing setting for my sex life.
I’ve never done the friends-with-benefits thing before, but I’m completely sold on the concept. I might even write a book promoting it or compose a ballad singing its praises.
Dustin said we should hook up whenever the mood strikes us. And it appears the mood strikes us consistently at twelve thirty-five every day, just after Carolyn leaves for her lunch hour.
