I looked up to see Will coming back into the living room. God, he looked good like that—wearing only jeans, his glasses, and a grin. I didn’t even know when he’d lost his shirt.
My heart fluttered as he eased himself down on the couch beside me, and I asked, “Kelly left?”
Will nodded, gently pulling me into his arms. “We both wanted to sleep on it before we commit to playing.” He stroked my hair. “I assumed you’d want to do the same.”
I nodded, closing my eyes as I leaned against him. God, he was so warm and gentle. Cuddling with him was the best thing in the world. Hands down. “I’m pretty sure future me is going to be as into him as present me.”
Will laughed, his breath ruffling my hair. Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Me too. But it’s better not to rush these things.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled. He was right. We’d always been cautious with new play partners, and after a threesome had left all of us feeling the next morning like maybe we shouldn’t have done that, we’d had a rule about sleeping on it before diving into more than what we’d done with Kelly tonight. That long ago threesome hadn’t been a disaster or anything, and nobody had felt like they’d been coerced. We’d just realized in hindsight that we’d gone into it in the heat of the moment, and none of us felt quite right about that.
“So assuming we still feel good about this tomorrow…” I looked up at Will. “Can we please play with him?”
He smiled, running his hand up and down my back. “He does check a lot of your boxes, doesn’t he?”
“Mmhmm. And the way he kisses? My God.”
“He is a good kisser. I think we’re going to have a ball with him.” Will pulled me closer, coarse denim pressing against my bare skin. “Watching you with him was insanely hot.” He kissed me, and thank God I was already sitting down, because even after all these years, he never failed to weaken my knees.
When he drew back, he spoke in his Dom voice. “After watching you two blow each other…” He arched an eyebrow. “Let’s just say I hope you’re not done for the night.”
A shiver straightened my spine. “Not even close.”
“Good.” He leaned in and nipped the side of my throat. “Now go upstairs and get ready for me.”
Something flew past my head, startling me so bad I nearly dropped my coffee.
Except I wasn’t holding my coffee. Shit. Hadn’t I just finished making my coffee? Where the hell was… I looked around, then found it right where I’d left it—on the breakroom counter.
The object that had flown past my head had landed with a quiet smack, and I glared in its direction to see what it was.
Oh, big surprise—a stress ball.
I shifted my glare in the other direction and found the equally unsurprising source standing in the breakroom doorway. Arching an eyebrow, I said, “Really?”
Tom shrugged unrepentantly. “Hey, you were standing there like a zombie. I had to be sure.”
“That I was awake?” I picked up my coffee. “Or that I was a zombie?”
“I was willing to entertain either possibility until I had evidence one way or the other.”
“And if I was a zombie?”
He shrugged. “Well, I’d chalk up that stress ball as a loss and lock the door.”
“So you’d lock me in here with the coffee?” I chuckled. “Doesn’t sound so bad as long as you’re picking up my workload too.”
“Pfft.” He squeezed past me and leaned down to pick up the ball from under the table. “You’re undead, not unemployed. You can handle your own clients.”
“Locked in the breakroom?”
“Pretty sure you have your phone on you.”
I huffed and brought my coffee up for a careful sip. “Asshole.”
He clapped my shoulder, nearly making me dump my coffee on myself. Then he leaned against the counter and watched me, idly playing with the stress ball. “Don’t you have court today?”
I shook my head. “Client took the deal. I’ve got a new client coming in…” I glanced at the clock on the microwave. “Fuck. Soon.” I took a deeper swallow of coffee.
Tom regarded me curiously. “Okay, what’s going on?”
“Huh?”
He eyed me. “You’ve been spacy ever since you walked in, and you’re always laser-focused when you’re meeting a new client. Everything all right?”
“Yeah. Yeah.” I sipped my coffee again. “Just…distracted, I guess.”
“Uh-huh. I can see that.” His scrutiny made me twitchy; Tom could read people as well