the professor

"Ya want Positano? Or Miami?"

Precisely as he desired. From there, he could so easily sink greedy fingers into thick, dark hair. "Ah, so you're intent on freezing your poor husband to death. How cruel, my love."

Charles was dropped on the mattress.

"Bring swim trunks. If ya haven't figured out, we're not just goin' t'the house."

"Is that so? Well, if I have no other choice."

He smirked, bouncing against the plush bed with a huff, but made no move to begin his assigned task. He extended a hand to beckon his husband to join him.

"I'm well aware, thanks. But parent teacher conferences are my responsibility."

Draped over Mason's shoulder, he was in the perfect position to give his ass a swift pinch. "I haven't forgotten. That's why I wanted to get the schedule out of the way. You're mine from midnight to midnight."

"That's enough screen for t'day."

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Atlas. I haven't finished scheduling the conferences. I'm already behind."