Viola.

"Sure I do—but... I feel like making love to you right now, quick before I go. Come on, five minutes?" he pleaded half-jokingly.

But I pushed him toward the door gently. Encouraging him to get out or he'd be late for sure.

Yes, I knew I should be more responsible about his schedule. "No, you can't—you have a lot to do today. Come back early, and we'll play for a while then. Go be kingly," I said firmly but with a wink.

He shrugged his shoulders in defeat. Nodded, opening the ...