Chapter 18

Marty settled himself against Rick and smirked. “Imagine that. Right where I wanted to be all night long.”

“You could’ve said something,” Rick pointed out, “instead of waiting until I’m just about to leave.”

“Or…” Marty’s hands fisted in Rick’s shirt. “You could stay.”

In a low voice, Rick purred, “It’s getting late. You have to work in the morning—”

“I work downstairs,” Marty said with a laugh. “Not much of a commute. And you’re self-employed, so it isn’t like you have to be into the office by eight tomorrow.”

Rick hesitated. He wanted to say yes—who was he kidding? Every fiber of his being ached in response, starting with the suddenly swollen dick in the confines of his jeans. A few years earlier and he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to stay over, or even linger for another hour or two, wrapped in Marty’s arms, the two of them naked on the sofa or in Marty’s bed. How many dates had ended in sex in the past?