After helping Ethan rid his body of my cum and after helping him dry off—what can I say, I'm very attentive—he quickly gets dressed.
"I'm such a terrible boyfriend," I pout at him in the kitchen, realizing I don't even have enough time to make him breakfast.
Ethan sighs and wraps his arms around me, pecking kisses all over my face. "You're not," he says. "You're the best boyfriend ever. You can take care of me later." At the mention of taking care of him, I shift my hips forward to rub against him and he groans. "Don't start that shit, Jasper. I have to go."
I frown and I know I'm unfairly pouting but I do really feel terrible. "I didn't get to make you breakfast. What a way to start your morning, give your asshole boyfriend a hand job in the shower and get nothing in return. Then said asshole boyfriend doesn't even feed you any breakfast before you go to school."
He laughs at me, which makes me pout even harder. He shoves his fingers into my hair and kisses me, I can't even stop pouting long enough to kiss him back. "I have some time that I can kill after class before I have to go to the firm, why don't you meet me for lunch?" he asks.
"How long?" I inquire.
"About an hour," he says.
Ethan grabs a handful of granola bars from the cupboard before kissing me goodbye. I may grind into him a little as a silent promise to make up for this morning. He groans and deepens our kiss, but then pulls away. He curses school and lawyers and mornings, and then tells me he loves me and I wish he would just take a sick day. But I know he can't so I don't ask him to. I watch him leave, and I start to plot.
An hour isn't a whole lot of time, but I think I can do a lot with the little time we get.