Page 82 of Adrift

Darian rinses out his glass before he comes over and gives Arman a kiss. Over the past week, I’ve noticed he hasn’t been as prompt about leaving for work. He’ll stall as long as possible until I make him leave, usually pulling me into the garage to kiss me until I’m breathless before finally getting into his car.

We’ve been spending every night together in his room, where he’ll spend the beginning of the night inside me and the early hours of the morning with his face between my legs. He says I’m insatiable, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t looked at himself in the mirror.

Arman and I follow Darian to the garage door to say bye when Darian turns and pulls my face toward him. The rest of his face is still as impassive as ever, but his coffee-colored eyes always seem to do the talking. “Come visit me at work today.”

“Are you sure you’ll get any work done with us there?”

“No.”

I giggle. “Okay, then. Well, maybe that’s not such a good idea.”

I look down at Arman. He’s happily rolling his airplane on the ground, making whooshing sounds. I tiptoe up and lock my hands behind Darian’s head. He’s wearing his Truckee Sports cap, along with a navy blue shirt that stretches perfectly over his chest and shoulders, showing off all the hard lines and corners of his body deliciously.

I reach his lips, tangling them with mine and closing my eyes. His hands span the sides of my waist, holding me in a way that makes me feel secure and safe. He opens his mouth and I breach it with my tongue, weaving my fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck again. Oh, how I love being able to do this whenever I want.

He pulls me flush against him, sighing into my mouth, and I realize it’s another one of my favorite things about him–especially when they’re done during a lip-lock with me. I’ve started living for his contented sighs almost as much as I live for his non-smiles, intense stares, and sexy groans.

I pull my head back from him and he grunts in frustration, trying to tug me back. By the size of the bulge he’s sporting, he has no intention of stopping, but it seems I’m the only one with a clear head. “Darian.”

He palms my ass, staring into my eyes. “I want you.”

“Later.”

“Call my mom to keep Arman today for a couple of hours. Have lunch with me at the office. I wanted to discuss more updates to the website.”

I giggle, knowing he’s bluffing. I walked him through most of the updates a couple of nights ago, and he thanked me for all my hard work by pulling me on top of him and giving me two orgasms. “Oh, do you? Okay, I’ll see what Karine is up to.”

He finally graces me with a smile before leaving a chaste kiss on my lips and one on the top of his son’s head.

For the next hour, I play cars and planes with Arman before changing his diaper and taking him to the backyard. We point at the fish in the koi pond, giving them names, though we’re not sure which name belongs to which fish. But Arman decides most of them will be called Poppy.

I text Karine as soon as we get back inside, asking her if she can come take care of Arman for a couple of hours during lunch. She replies that she’s free until the evening today so it will be no problem.

Afterward, I change Arman’s diaper again, wondering if I should be worried that he’s dirtied it more than his usual number of times this morning. I’m not sure it’s anything to be concerned about since he doesn’t feel warm and is still pretty active, but I decide to text Darian, anyway.

Me: Hi.

Darian: I was just thinking about you.

Darian: Wait, what’s wrong?

Me: Nothing, I don’t think, but I wanted to run it past you. Arman’s pooped three times this morning. It’s definitely not very solid but other than that, he looks and feels fine. I checked and he doesn’t have a temp, either.

Darian: He probably just ate something that was harder on his stomach. I don’t think we need to worry.

Me: Okay.

Darian: Did you text my mom?

Me: Yes. I’ll be there for lunch.

When I don’t get a response from him after a minute, I type another message.

Me: Darian?

Darian: Yes?

Me: Are you non-smiling right now?

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