“Yes, Ace. Right there.” The nickname slips off my tongue without thought, but I’m a panting mess right now, and can’t be held accountable for my actions. “Jesus.” His hand slams against the cabinet next to my head, looking for leverage. “Call me that again.” “Ace? You like when I call you by your nickname?” His face falls into the crook of my neck with a nod. “It sounds pretty coming from you.
