Page 50 of Playing the Game
It had become a bit of an inconvenience now he’d embarked on a secret affair with another player. He shuddered.
Am I really doing that?
It all seemed unreal.
“Hello?” he said into the intercom.
“I couldn’t wait until nightfall.”
Adam’s stomach did a somersault. He pressed the access button.
Before opening the door, he checked his appearance. His hair was a bit fluffy but it would have to do.
Jonas stood on the doorstep by the time he got there.
“Didn’t I say black boxers?” Jonas said.
He didn’t give Adam the chance to respond. He grabbed him and drew him close. Their lips pressed together.
Adam walked him into the house and shut the door with his foot. Jonas smashed him up against the wall, his body weight on him.
The kiss became more. Hungrily they were tasting each other. They clashed tongues in their urge to reclaim their territory.
“Shit,” Adam said, panting. “It’s torture.”
Jonas licked his neck. “I find it horny.”
He had a curious way of flipping things.
“Our secret?” Adam said.
“Except you’ve told Goran.”
They broke apart.
“Okay I admit. It slipped out this morning.”
Jonas kissed his forehead.
They walked into the lounge. Adam sank down and held his arms out for Jonas to fill.
Which he did.
Once more, Adam had found peace.
“Do you mind?” Adam asked.
“It’s your secret.”
“No it isn’t. It’s ours.”
Jonas sighed. It hadn’t occurred to Adam that he might be enforcing a life of secrecy on Jonas against his will. He’d assumed they both needed discretion.
“It won’t always be like this.”
“Really?”
“No,” Adam said. “When we’re really serious about each other, we’ll go public.”
