Interlude: First Noel (The Executive Office #1.5)

by Tal Bauer

“All right,” Jack hissed the next morning. He propped himself up on his elbows, peering down at Ethan on their bed. “I think I’m sexed out.” “Oh, thank God.” Ethan exhaled, still shaking from their morning fumble and their latest orgasms. “That last one stung.” “I think I’m completely dry.” Chuckling, Jack tucked his face into Ethan’s neck, pressing a warm kiss to his skin. “He’s retreating. White flag is up.” Ethan laughed, and his hands stroked up and down Jack’s back, slow and gentle. “Was afraid I couldn’t keep up with you.” Jack snorted. “I’ll need all week to recover.” And then the light moment fled. It was Sunday. And Ethan was leaving. Ethan wrapped his arms around Jack, holding him close enough to feel Jack’s rough swallow through their pressed chests. “Five days,” Jack breathed. Ethan didn’t know if he was talking about the time they’d just had, or the days between now and their next visit. Either way, it was a terrible number. Not long enough and far too long, all at the same time. “We still have the morning.” Except, not quite.