“Don’t smudge my lipstick, Theo!” she cried, even as she spread her legs for me. Had I ever laughed this much with anyone? “I’m serious—” She cut off her protest when I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her clit and then her forehead was on my shoulder as we worked on a rhythm together.

“That’s it. Fuck my hand, baby, make yourself come.” Little puffs of air hit my neck as I played with her. She groaned as I circled her clit with my thumb, then cried when I dipped two fingers inside.

“Ah,” she moaned, fingernails digging into the nape of my neck where she clung to me. Her walls gripped me as she came and those quiet whimpers of hers were almost enough to get me off.

“Como me gustas.” My voice sounded rough, worn out. I kept my palm on her heat, not wanting to let go yet. I could hear her breath slowing down after her climax but my blood was still hot. “Este bizcochito.” I dipped a finger in, so she knew what I was referring to. “Me lo quiero comer, y cuand—” I was so caught up in my dirty litany that she almost bumped me in the mouth when she jerked back to look at me, her lipstick still impressively intact. Her expression was a mix of confusion and amusement.

“Did you just call my vagina a birthday cake?”

I did still have my hand on said body part and just because I could I tightened it, then made myself leave that warmth and wrapped my arms around her waist, a matching grin to hers tipping up my own lips.

“What am I supposed to say? You know damn well there are no good words for sexy body parts in Spanish!” I complained as she clutched my shirt, almost doubled over from laughter. “I have very little to work with if I want to bring the Español,” I protested as she cackled. “And you said you liked it.”

“You make sex fun, Theo Ganas. I like it.” She looked so relaxed in my arms, and I wondered if she had any idea she’d just cracked my heart open.

“I like you,” I told her, bolder now that she was looking at me like that.

She nodded, but didn’t say it back, then eased my disappointment by going up on her tiptoes and kissing me. “Thank you for the coffee and the orgasm. The show calls.”

I was beginning to hate that fucking show.

Alba

“There were many things that I’d braced for today, but Theo Ganas playing peek-a-boo with a one-year-old was not one of them,” Julia whispered as we stood off to the corner of what in a couple of weeks would be the finished atrium for the Sturm Foundation’s community library.