Chapter 5

And Matt loved him for it.

“Five minutes,” Vic promised. “You can deliver her cat while I carry the bags, and we’ll pick up where we left off once she’s in.”

With a stretch Vic stood, and Matt stole one last, lingering kiss as he recinched the belt on his lover’s robe. Holding onto the loose end of the ties, he let Vic lead the way into the kitchen. At the sink, Matt stopped and tugged on the belt, bringing Vic back to him for another kiss. “Make it quick,” he murmured against Vic’s lips. “I hate waiting.”

While Vic dressed, Matt rinsed the breakfast dishes and deposited them into the dishwasher. He was bent over, tucking the dishes into the lower rack, when Vic came back, dressed in jeans and a crisp white undershirt. With the flat of his hand, he smacked Matt’s ass playfully. “Don’t forget to bring the cat,” he said, heading for the front door.

“I didn’t think you’d let me.” Matt wiped his hands on a dishtowel, then scooped the cat off the dining room table.