Page 39 of Color of You
Felix leaned around me and set the frame on the desk. “I’ll tell you about it, when you don’t have to rush back to work.”
“Don’t feel obligated just because I’m nosy,” I replied.
Felix scratched his cheek absently. “I don’t want the start of something that feels very special to become complicated because of my reluctance. It’s important you know,” he insisted.
I put my hand on the back of his head, pulled Felix down, and pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m so glad I accidentally spilled hot cider on you.”
He laughed quietly.
I touched my lips to his own, tasting traces of apple and spice when Felix opened his mouth. I moved my other hand, cupped the left side of his jaw, and briefly rubbed my thumb against his sexy stubble. Felix made a little noise in the back of his throat and brought his arms to rest on my shoulders.
Oh yes.
I moved my hands to Felix’s hips and tugged him forward. The bulge in his pants pressed against my own rapidly swelling cock, and Felix gasped against my mouth before kissing harder. Dominance burned in my gut, and I immediately sought control of his lips. I shoved my tongue into Felix’s mouth again, bit his lower lip, grabbed at his ass—this wasincredible.
“W-work,” Felix murmured.
“What?” I stopped kissing and pulled back enough to take a vital breath of air.
“You have to go back to work,” he said.
“Right.” I eased up on my vise grip. “I keep mauling you. I’m not sure why. Oh wait, yes I do, it’s because you’re incredibly sexy.”
Felix suddenly found the floor to be really interesting. “I brought you a snack,” he said after a moment.
“Huh?”
He pointed at the bag he’d brought into the office. “A cup of beef and apple stew, and some caramel apple cookies.”
“My God, you are the sweetest man in the world,” I said before taking Felix’s face and kissing him again.
He startled and laughed, breaking the kiss. “You’re welcome to come here for something to eat when you’re working late. I mean—if you’re okay with apple-everything.”
“Never been more okay with apples in my life.”
Felix picked up the bag and offered it. “I usually do a half day here on Saturdays, and of course I have Alan, but maybe… we can plan to see each other?”
“I’d love that.” I kissed Felix’s cheek, thanked him for the food, and headed to the door that had been left halfway open—fuck, hope no employees saw me groping their boss.
“Speaking of Alan…,” Felix said.
I stopped and turned.
Felix shoved his hands into his pockets again. “I haven’t said anything yet. I know he needs to hear this from me before anyone else. Before the weekend. I promise. I’ve just been trying to find the right moment.”
“You know him better than me. I trust you to make the right call.”
“Drive safe, Bo.”
“WHATEVER YOUbrought smells way better than this pork fried rice I got us, so you’d best be sharing,” Stephen said when I joined him at a work table in his classroom that I suspected was used by the newspaper kids.
I plopped down in the chair across from him. “I made a little detour to Snowy Ridge on the way back from the elementary school.”
“Yeah?”
“Soup and cookies, courtesy of my—uh—”
Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”
