I swallowed the longing that suddenly welled up in my chest at the memory of his super-tight butthole.
“That was a long time ago.” I went back to my document.
“Have you been with anyone since we stopped fooling around?”
“And it’s your business because…” I let the words hang in the air as I typed.
“All you seem to do is work, is all.”
I grunted. “I work a lot of nights and weekends.”
“That never stopped you before, when we…” He let the words hang.
I barely stopped myself from saying that I’d made the time where he was concerned because he’d been a damned good lay and my heart had been involved.