Mister Moneybags(74)
How did he know? “I wasn’t…”
He shook his head with a knowing smirk and took my overnight bag from my hand. “Do you have any other luggage?”
“No, just this.”
“Then let’s get out of here.”
During the short ride back to my place we made small talk—how was my flight, what was my next assignment, even a nice chat about the market fluctuation that day. Anything and everything but the elephant in the room. But that came to an abrupt end shortly after we settled into my apartment. I’d done a quick unpack while Dex poured wine and then the awkwardness set in.
Dex was sitting on the couch across from me and leaned forward, placing both of his hands on my knees. “I don’t want to risk losing you by having the test done.”
“Dex…I’m not sure I could function not knowing.”
“Eventually we’d move past it. If we made the decision never to find out, I think after some time, we’d be okay.”
“What if…we stayed together?”
“You mean if we wanted to have children someday?”
I nodded my head.
“We could agree to adopt. I’d be fine with that. There are plenty of children who need good homes.” I had looked away, and Dex squeezed my hand to get my attention back. “Look at how good we did adopting Bandit.”
I snorted. “I don’t think deciding not to have children naturally should be based on how things have gone with Bandit.”
He cupped my cheek. “Maybe not. But if the choice is possibly losing you or adopting instead of having a biological child, there is no choice.”
I looked into his eyes. “Wouldn’t you always wonder?”
“I’d get over it.”
“Dex…”
He leaned in and kissed my lips. “Think about it. Just think about it some more.”
“Okay. I will.”
We snuggled on the couch for a while and then I yawned. Traveling always knocked me out to begin with, plus I wasn’t sleeping well at night lately. My back was leaning against Dex’s front, and he brushed some hair off of my face after my yawn. “You’re tired. You should get some sleep.”
“I am tired. That glass of wine was like a sleeping pill on top of my already sleepy head. Plus, my neck hurts from stress and lying flat always helps that, too. I think it’s time for bed.”
“I’ll let you get some rest, then.”
I turned to face him with my brow furrowed. “You’re not staying over?”
“Do you want me to stay over?”
“Of course, I do.”
Dex let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad. Because it’s been hell without you the last few nights.”
Inside my bedroom, I changed into my usual tank and boy shorts, and Dex stripped to his boxers. While he slipped under the covers, I sat on the edge of my bed and took out some moisturizer from my nightstand to rub into my arms. After rubbing the lotion into one arm, Dex sat up and took it from my hands. “Here, let me.”
The room was quiet, and the intimacy between us blossomed as he massaged the lotion into the skin on my arms. While I had just applied it enough to seep into my skin, Dex was giving me more of a massage. When his strong fingers worked their way up to my shoulder, I closed my eyes and let him rub away some of the stress.
“God, that feels so good.”
“You’re very tense, and your neck hurts. Why don’t I use the lotion and rub your shoulders for a bit.”
“I’d love that.”
Dex sat up with his back against my headboard and positioned me between his legs. He gently nudged my head forward to drop toward my chest and scooped my hair to one side. Then his hands disappeared for a moment, and seconds later a dollop of icy moisturizer hit my skin.
“That’s cold.”
“I could provide some warm cream if you prefer?” Dex’s tone was playful, but at the same time it was also husky, and I heard the need in his voice.
“You’re such a pig.”
He chuckled and he massaged my neck. “As long as I’m being a pig, I might as well admit that I have a recurring fantasy about rubbing a certain warm cream into this beautiful skin.”
His fingers worked on a knot at the apex of my shoulder where it met my neck. Loosening it, my head dropped down a little lower. “Oh yeah? And where exactly would you be rubbing this cream?”
Dex’s fingers slowed. “You really want me to tell you?”
“Of course.”
His fingers came to a complete stop, and his voice was low as he leaned forward to whisper. His warm breath tickled my neck. “Sometimes when I’m in the shower, I envision myself coming all over your tits and rubbing it in.”