I breathed in deeply, my mouth watering from the strong smell of sex. Of us.

He exhaled at the same time and lifted my chin. “You’re amazin’, darlin’.”

So are you.

I kissed him unhurriedly, teasing my tongue with his, and got settled to share his pillow. “Ditto.” I cupped his cheek and brushed my thumb over his silvery stubble. “I, uh…I should go to the bathroom and clean up.”

He gripped my ass cheek and squeezed, which didn’t exactly help prevent his come from slowly trickling out of my thoroughly fucked ass. “That’s a matter of opinion,” he informed me. “And my opinion trumps yours.”

I chuckled into a quick kiss. “What’s your opinion, then?”

He made that very clear by brushing a finger over my sensitive opening. “That I prefer to play with your pretty little asshole when it’s wet with Daddy’s come.”

“Jesus.” I turned my face into the pillow and let out a big breath. “You and Camden have the filthiest fuckin’ mouths.”

He rumbled a chuckle and kissed my shoulder.

Eventually, he stopped playing with my pretty little asshole too, and he hugged me tightly to him.

“Speaking of Camden,” he said. “I apologize for going on too much about our situation. He and I haven’t shared a bed with another man since the very beginning of our relationship when we were more focused on kink, so I suppose I’m a bit rusty.”

I eased back a little so I could look at him properly. “Have I complained? If anything, I want more answers. I’m interested in your dynamic.”

He smiled faintly and stroked my cheek. “Still. It’s not why you’re here, is it? You’re on your vacation and deserve a little carefree fun. That doesn’t entail playing therapist to me.”

I snorted and leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. “How about you let me decide what I want on my vacation. And that’s a rhetorical question, you rusty old man.”

Amusement and warmth seeped into his eyes again. “That’s fair. As long as this rusty old man gets to do unspeakable things to you, it’s all good.”

“Whenever you want, papi.” A yawn broke free, keeping me from scoffing at my own behavior. Listen to me. Nicky called Gideon papi all the time; he musta rubbed off on me. “When do we have to get up tomorrow?”

“I set my alarm earlier. I figured six thirty would be safe. Then we don’t have to rush through breakfast.”

Six thirty. Cazzo. I wasn’t used to getting up that early. The Initiative had contracts with a few different elementary schools in our area, but even they didn’t schedule music before ten. And the rest of the classes were private, so they were obviously scheduled to start once school was out for the day.