I twist on the stool to face him. Gable is in his signature outfit, sipping his coffee. “We did that yesterday.” “Doesn’t mean we can’t do it again?” I walk my fingers up his arm until I lightly tug on his ear lobe. “I have to work, baby.” “Fine.” I huff. “You take the fun out everything.” “That’s not what you said about the five orgasms you had in the last twenty four hours.” I inhale. “Are you keeping track?” Gable roars in laughter and it makes me smile, too. “No, Dream I’m not, and on that note, I’m going to work.” He kisses me hard. “I love you.” “Love you.” ~~~ I tap at the keys on the computer and print out my final reports. Matherson Printing is well on its way to be successful, and I’m not needed here anymore.
