Page 43 of Marcus in Retrograde
“Hi.”
The blast of air escaped me unbidden. “Fuck.”
Marcus laughed. “Good?”
“Sweet Jesus, yes.”
He leaned in and kissed me, a lazy languid motion of his lips over mine. “I really wish I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow.”
“You really wanted me all this time?” I asked.
“Even when I thought you were straight. You have a very hot ass, Mister Garcia.”
I looked down between us. “We should clean up.”
He closed his eyes and pinched his nose. “I am going to go back to my apartment and clean up. If I clean up here, we’re just going to end up naked in bed.”
“You make that sound so bad.”
Marcus smirked. “It’s not bad. But it’s Thursday and you need time to absorb all this.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I did some reading on demisexuality, and you need to process everything that’s happened. I don’t want to scare you, or scare you off.”
“Well, that’s very considerate of you, Mister Romano.” I grinned. “Wikipedia?”
“Nope, found all kinds of other resources.” He was very proud of himself. “You have to take the kittens to the vet tomorrow, and I have an important client meeting. It’s smarter if I sleep in my own place.”
I nodded. “It makes a lot of sense.” I kissed his nose. “Dinner? Tomorrow night?”
He gave me a blinding, full tooth grin. “It’s a date.”
God, itwasa date.
MARCUS
Chaser: I hope your day is as amazing as my night was.
Marcus302: Ooh, did you have a good time?
Chaser: Why yes I did. In fact I have the hottest, frottiest rug burn on my ass ever.
Marcus302: I forgot about the berber!
Chaser: Why do you think this is a problem? I’m going to think about you and that lovely dick every time I move in a chair today.
Mrph. Now I was going to think about rug burn on his ass, all day.
“I really hope you’re looking at your phone,” Hardy mumbled. “No one should smile at their crotch like that.”
Jerry laughed. “Well, he does like—”
“Jerry!” Sorcha snapped, trying not to laugh.
“Yeah, my own doesn’t usually bring me that much joy,” I answered, sleeping the phone. “I was however talking to one that does.”
Sorcha groaned, but the tension in the room from the meeting we were waiting on broke and everyone chuckled. Much better than just a few minutes before.
We were going over the new contract for a ten-episode series on a streaming network that the network and the producers were sure would get renewed. This was big stuff and the whole reason I hadn’t I picked Chase up off the floor and shagged his ass raw last night.
This was important. I needed my name on productions, on big successful ones. It wasn’t using my voice, but between the audiobooks and this production, it was the right combination for my resume.
