Page 27 of For I Have Sinned
“I closed on two houses and placed an offer,” I tell him. “How was your day?”
“I had more flowers delivered,” he admits, and glances behind him with a sigh. “But I think I might need to find a job or something.”
“Why?”
He shrugs and lets me slide down his body so my feet land on the ground. But his arms are still tightly around me, his forehead on mine. “I don’t know. Isn’t that part of being an adult? I can’t just stay here and plant flowers all day.”
“I’d rather you do whatever makes you happy,” I tell him. Truth is, I don’t spend much time at the office anymore. Since Sam made me a partner, I really don’t have to. And though I’ve never taken advantage of that, since Ellsworth came into my life, I do a little more.
Most days, I go in for two or three hours in the afternoon. Otherwise, I let others take the brunt of the work. The agents we hire.
I can’t stand to be away from Ellsworth. He’s still too new in my life, and being away from him makes me crazy. Liam says I’m still in the honeymoon phase, but I think this is just what our relationship is. I fall in love with him more every single day. And honestly, I’d rather him stay home and let me take care of him. The thought of him going out for eight or more hours a day to work is not the least bit appealing.
That’s not the life I want us to have. I want to spend as much time with him as I possibly can. Every waking minute, when possible. Every second I sleep. And if he’s at work for eight hours every day, that severely cuts into our time.
Yeah, I’m a little selfish. I’m not the least bit sorry about it.
Ellsworth sighs. “I have a degree and had a decent paying job once upon a time.” He pauses. “There’s really no reason that I can’t do that again.”
“Except then you’ll be gone when I get home,” I say, pouting a little.
He grins and kisses me, cupping the back of my head and moving me into the position that allows him full access to my mouth. It’s deep and consuming. It also makes my dick chub up. But then, all it takes is a look from him and I’m getting hard.
“You’d rather me stay home all day so I’m here when you are than contribute to our household?” he asks quietly.
I’m sure he means it as a joke. Something teasing in which I’m supposed to say ‘fine. Get a job.’ Joke’s on him, though.
“Yes,” I say, sucking on his lower lip for a second. Long enough that he growls. “I make more than enough money, El. Let me provide for you.”
He sighs, and it sounds a lot like another growl. “We’re supposed to be equal in this,” he says.
We’ve never actually talked about our relationship. Not since the day he told me about his husband and that he loves me and wants to be with me. That’s as far as that discussion went. It never seemed necessary once he was here with me. And he was still trying to make good on his promise to his husband. I was happy that I could support him while he did that.
“We are,” I say, pressing soft kisses to his lips and speaking between them. “That doesn’t mean we both need to work. I love that you’re here doing something that makes you happy.”
“Flowers,” he says, amused.
“They bring you peace,” I say. “I want you to do whatever you need to keep that peace.”
His smile is soft when he brings both hands to cup my face. “You’re a really special man, Zaiden Nyles. You know that?”
I shrug. “I’m actually rather selfish. All I want is to spend my time with you and if you go get a job, that’s less time that we have together.”
His smile grows, and he kisses me again. Deeper this time. It’s bordering on filthy, and I can feel his erection pressed firmly to mine now.
Without words, Ellsworth pushes me inside. We don’t make it to the bedroom, nor does he even shove the door closed all the way as he pulls my clothes off and I strip him.
You’d think because this is so frequent in any part of the house, we’d have lube stashed everywhere. We don’t. So Ellsworth pushes me onto my knees on the couch and shoves his face between my cheeks.
He laps at me, making my breath catch and my heart sprint. I moan loudly and wiggle uncontrollably. His fingers and his tongue take turns, though he’s not truly focusing on stretching me. He’s more concerned with making me wet.
I think because we started this without much lube, that tends to be the way we have sex. We use his spit more times than not, and I love the rough way it feels. His skin on mine. The excess friction that’s not there when we happen to be somewhere that has a tube of lube.
When he moves his body behind me, lining us up and pushing inside, I fall back into his arms and let out a long, low groan. It stings every time. The way he stretches me and makes my ass fit around him is everything. My dick aches at the touch. At the intrusion into my body.
For a minute, he just holds me close once he’s balls deep. I swallow, clenching my ass around him to feel every single inch.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
