The fucking sink was leaking.

But slowly. So it damaged the plaster and the wood floor and the beam.” He blew out a sigh. “By the time it got bad enough to notice… whoosh. Everything had collapsed.”

He put his hands up in the air in exasperation, and I laughed. Then I walked up to him, draped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “So where do you brush your teeth?”

“The sink in the kitchen,” he answered. His mouth moved down my neck, leaving soft kisses, but the soft kisses were swiftly followed by nips from his sharp teeth.

“I missed you,” I said.

“Yeah, three days is too long not seeing you. No more weekend trips for work.”

I pushed my body against his and felt his hard cock press against the... Read More