“It’s fine. You’re better.” Thorne slid his hand into Dash’s hair and pulled him down for a kiss.

BY THE TIME Dash pulled back for air, his breath was ragged. “Whoa.” He grabbed the remote and clicked off the movie.

“We didn’t see the end,” Thorne teased.

“We’ll see it later. I don’t care about movies now.” He tugged at the hem of Thorne’s T-shirt. “Off.”

Thorne grinned as he sat up and yanked the garment over his head. Before he could say or do anything else, Dash shoved him back down, hands skimming over his chest.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Dash murmured. He replaced his hands with lips and tongue. He teased Thorne’s nipples and then nibbled at his collarbone. “Bed?”

“Not sure I can move,” Thorne answered.

Dash stood, pulled off his own shirt and then shucked the rest of his clothing. He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked himself. “Would you move for this?”

Thorne smiled up at him. “I’m starting to feel a little inspired.”

Dash kept going, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening. Thorne sat up and reached for him, but Dash backed away. “Come with me.”

Thorne did, and the next few hours passed in a tangle of rough thrusting and sweaty flesh.

“What next?” Dash asked as he lay on his back, recovering from his second orgasm.

“A nap,” Thorne suggested.

Dash started to protest, but he could tell Thorne was already drifting off. So he rolled over and spooned him. “This has been a great day.”

“The best.”

“Any withdrawal symptoms from not working?”

Thorne laughed. “Not a fucking one.”

“Surprised?”

“I would be if I wasn’t with you.”

Dash’s heart skipped a beat, the words sinking into his skin, warming him. He was tired, too tired to fight what he was feeling. “Earlier when I said that about my job, I—”

“Don’t.” Thorne’s tone was firm.

Dash didn’t say any more. Had he read things wrong?

Thorne put a hand on top of Dash’s. “It’s enough that you’re here.”

Okay, maybe he’d read Thorne right after all.

Thinking the best response was simply to hold Thorne tight against him, he did just that and fell asleep to thoughts of a day spent like this one, except Thorne wasn’t paying him; they were on a date.

Don’t get your hopes up, his conscience tried to scold him.

He told it to shut the fuck up.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Riley’s phone rang as he was making himself a late breakfast. After his weekend with Thorne, he’d needed to sleep in. He glanced at the screen. It was Marc. He must be up early unless he hadn’t gone to bed yet. It was just after six a.m. on the west coast.

Riley accepted the call. “Good morning.”