late, but still early enough for one more call. He dialed the number and waited two rings before his call was answered.
“Took you long enough,” Rachel said, bypassing the customary greeting.
“For?”
“You want to know if the company jet is available to fly back home.”
Am I that transparent? “Is it?”
“I gave the pilot a heads-up the moment you left the office. He’s waiting for your call.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Rach.”
“Give Ben my love.”
“I will. And I’ll tell Cal you said hi.”
“Shut up,” she said, disconnecting the call before he had a chance to respond.
He threw off the blanket and quickly dressed as he called the pilot. Minutes later, he zipped up his garment bag and folded it over the crook of his arm. He called the front desk and checked out, leaving his keycard on the kitchen counter. He snatched his bag off the ground and headed out the door. With any luck, he would be home before Ben woke.
And there wasn’t a chance in hell he would miss out on that promised date.
Hours later before the sun had risen, he closed the door behind him to another penthouse. Glancing over his shoulder into the kitchen area, he smiled at the ceramic bunny he knew held Ben’s cookies.
He set his garment bag over the back of the chair and his suitcase on the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked into their bedroom. He slid out his belt and undid his slacks as he toed off his shoes, his lips twitching into a smile when Ben stirred in bed.
Their eyes met. Ben blinked, repeatedly, then rubbed his eyes as he sat up. A grin split Ben’s face as he knee-walked toward the foot of the bed. He grabbed Bull by the open shirt and tugged him close, pulling him down onto the bed.
Bull quickly pushed up his body with his fists against the mattress, not wanting to crush Ben with his weight. He chuckled as Ben pushed down his open slacks with his feet, refusing to release his arms from around Bull’s neck. The man was channeling his inner contortionist, and Bull was loving every second of it.
He stripped out of his shirt and pants as best he could without breaking their connection, and then quickly yanked down Ben’s sleep pants and underwear, ridding them of every barrier between them.
He closed his eyes and sighed at the feel of Ben’s bare skin pressed against him. The warmth, the scent of him, the lean muscles holding him tightly.
This was what had been missing for the last two days.
Burying his nose at the crook of Ben’s neck, he took a deep breath. He splayed his hand across Ben’s back as his other arm tightened around Ben’s waist. He pulled him closer, tighter. He inched back at the sound of a whimper.
“Too tight?” he asked, refusing to add too much space between them but surrendering enough for Ben to read his lips.
Ben shook his head and reached over to the nightstand, retrieving the tube of lube and pushing it into Bull’s chest. He didn’t need coaxing or the teasing thrust of Ben’s tongue into his mouth to convince him. He quickly prepared Ben’s body, reveling in the way Ben writhed in his arms, urging him to hurry.
After a few minutes of torturous prep, Bull finally pushed inside Ben. Shared gasps and moans filled the room until he was buried deep inside. He held still, holding Ben close, staring into those green eyes.
They both reached out, almost in unison, tracing each other’s jawlines and sliding their fingertips down each other’s necks.
Bull crushed their lips together, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as his hips thrust forward, slow and deep into Ben’s welcoming heat. Blunt nails dug into his back and scraped his scalp, spurring his hips to quicken. They moved as one, pushing and pulling, giving and taking until they came together, yelling their releases.
Minutes later, still holding each other, Bull pressed a kiss to Ben’s temple. Sticky and messy and not caring about it, they lay on their sides, staring at each other. “I love you,” he signed, mesmerized by the satisfied smile on Ben’s face and the mirth in his eyes.
“I know,” Ben signed in response. “Now kiss me again.”
Bull slammed their mouths together in a heated kiss, a sudden spike of renewed desire taking hold of his body with Ben’s demand.
Demand or request, he didn’t care. Either way, he would never deny his Ben.
Ben mixed the icing, humming as he