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rubbed one off at the store in his life. Even the couple of times he d bent Derrick over
the desk had been a long time ago, when they were younger and stupid and& oh God.
Was Derrick doing this because he was worried they didn t have that spark anymore?
Trevor had been worried Derrick wasn t hot for him anymore, but this show had proved
him wrong. Surely he knew how much Trevor loved him. Didn t he?
He thought back to the past few weeks. His idiotic behavior, the secrets
& Derrick must have thought& Shit. If Derrick had started acting the way Trevor had,
without any explanation, he d have been concerned too.
Pain at causing Derrick even a moment s worry sliced through his gut. He
had to fix this, and soon. Knowing he d hurt Derrick was unbearable, but this video, and
the courage it had taken Derrick to make it, deserved an equally heartfelt response. He
turned off the computer, made a mental note to not forget the feather and lotion when
he went home, and left the office.
 Gemma, can you get the movers over here?
 Sure, I ll give them a call. You want them right now? I thought you were in
the office I didn t know you d sold anything.
 The ox-blood Chesterfield Derrick liked it and I m giving it to him as a gift.
No way was he selling that piece to someone else. Not when the stunning image of
Derrick splayed all over it was burned for all eternity into his brain. That couch was his
 theirs.
He glanced at the clock. Maybe Derrick wasn t taking today off. Maybe
that s why he hadn t asked Trevor to take the day off with him. If so, Derrick s hours
should be normal today, which meant he had less than two hours to make it happen.
 Tell the movers I ll give them double the usual rate if they can be here within
half an hour.
Gemma s eyebrows rose but she was already dialing. Probably wondering
why it was such an emergency to make sure Derrick got a pricey sofa, but he sure as
hell wasn t going to explain his stupidity to anyone but his husband.
While she spoke, Trevor walked back to the couch. He could see why it
appealed to Derrick. A ghost of cocoa-butter scent hung in the air and Trevor s cock
twitched in response.
He reached out a finger and touched the spot Derrick had come on& had
tongued clean. God. He definitely wasn t as old as he thought, because he d come
twice already and was making plans to fuck Derrick all night. Assuming his husband
forgave him for being an idiot.
 Oh, and Gemma? He called back as soon as he heard her hang up.  I
won t be in tomorrow.
 You& what? It s Saturday.
 You ll be fine. Barry will be here.
 What about the shipment?
 It will also be fine until Wednesday.
 Wednesday? You re taking off until Wednesday?
Yes, he was. Derrick needed him, and the store didn t. The shipment could
wait. His marriage was more important.
Chapter Eight
Derrick pushed the cart listlessly around the grocery store. He d meandered up and
down the aisles twice now, and so far he d thrown microwave popcorn and paper towels
in, neither of which they needed. The aching emptiness in his gut kept him there, mostly
because he didn t know where else to go. He couldn t face going home. Not when his
last-ditch effort had clearly backfired. Trevor didn t want him anymore. Maybe their
marriage was over. Maybe Trevor was seeing someone else.
His phone vibrated and played Trev s special tone. Derrick s eyes began to
burn. Taking a deep breath, he accepted the call.  Hello?
 Hey, hon. Where are you? Trevor s voice always shot flames of desire
from his belly to groin, but today& today it just made him want to cry. How much longer
could they last in this relationship?
 Grocery store. He hoped his despondency was muted through the phone.
He didn t want Trevor to hear it.
The silence stretched out. Derrick didn t know what else to say.
 Derrick, I m so sorry. Regret laced every word that fell into the silence.  I
thought you d be home hours ago.
Oh fuck. Trevor seriously wasn t going to do this on the phone, was he?
What did Trevor need him home for? To tell him he was having an affair? He wanted a
divorce? He didn t love Derrick anymore?
A tear slipped down his face and he turned to inspect the spices, hoping
other shoppers would think he was only intensely interested in the selection.
 I ve been a shit, Trevor continued.  I guess I was feeling old, useless, and I
took it out on you. I didn t mean to, but I was being stupid. So, just a lengthy version of
it s not you, it s me. Trevor really was going to do this over the fucking phone. He was
getting dumped over the phone in the fucking grocery store. He d never be able to shop
here again.
His phone beeped. Text message.
 I think you should look at that, Trevor said.
 Why?
 Please, hon.
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