“Yeah, I’m forty-three and got off without you even touching me. And I’m embarrassed and not the least surprised it happened because the things you do to me are never ordinary and always extraordinary.”

Are you rambling? It was adorable. This guy probably didn’t do cute, but I loved seeing this side of him that doubtfully few ever did.

“And yes, my dick is still hard. The reason being you.” He tossed his phone on the bed and held my arms. “I’ll never get tired of you. I’ll never not want you. I’ll take any part of you that you’ll give me. I’ll beg for scraps at your feet.” He squinted like I was the sun in his eyes. “You make me crazy. Insane.” He leaned in and placed his mouth before mine. “So much so that I was just scrolling through my phone to see if I know anyone who could marry us this week because I’m going to lose my fuc⁠—”

I pressed up on my toes, cutting him off with a kiss. I hooked my arm around the back of his neck, and before I knew it, we were back on the bed.

He deftly navigated me to being on top, so he didn’t crush me with his weight. Always considerate, even in the heat of the moment.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m going to wait as long as I have to,” he said between close-mouthed kisses, “but it’s gonna be a hell of a⁠—”

“Mom? Dad? You in there?” our son called from the other side of the door. And thank God Constantine had thought to lock the door. “Not hooking up, are ya?”

Constantine rested his forehead against mine, suppressing a grumble. Or a laugh? Likely a mix of both since I had the same reaction.

“Mommm?”

“One second.” He left us no choice but to untangle ourselves and leave the comfort and temporary haven of the bed.

“Grandpa wants to apologize, but I said I had to check with you first to see if you were decent. The last time I interrupted, you were on Dad’s lap, and he had no shirt on.”

Close enough. But wait. I slapped a hand to my mouth as heat flew into my cheeks. “Please, please tell me you’re not serious.”

“Kidding, kidding. But you’re beet red now, aren’t ya?”

Coliiiinnnn. I uncovered my mouth to wave my hand at Constantine and his silly grin of amusement.

“I like the kid, I can’t help it,” he said so earnestly my heart was about to explode.

“Go easy on Grandpa, okay? He’s so sorry he’s planning to buy me an apology F150 for being mean to Dad in front of us. I can only imagine what he’ll buy you and Dad.”