“Do you have a big afternoon planned?” I asked.
“Nothing time-sensitive,” he said, pushing back from his desk. “What’s up?”
I shrugged. “I was just…you think you might have time for a soak in the hot tub later on?”
“There’s always time for that,” he laughed.
I hadn’t been naked in the hot tub with Bob-Gunnar without Thumper as a buffer, and found myself at something of a loss for small talk. I set my beer on the side of the tub, closed my eyes, and sank up to my neck in the bubbles with a throaty, “Aah.”
“It’s the life, ain’t it?”
“Feels pretty good,” I agreed. “Wish we’da had one of these growin’ up. I don’t remember ever feeling thisgood in this town,” I joked.
Seemingly slowed some on land, submerged Bob-Gunnar was slick as a seal. I barely heard a ripple in the water, and suddenly he was astride me. “Really?” he rumbled. “You never felt this good?”
I didn’t open my eyes, but I still saw it coming. His kiss was warmer than the water, and I surrendered without a struggle.