Ivo laughed when I sat down on the floor next to him in his office; resting my head on his leg.
"Do you want out," he teased.
"What are you doing?"
"Going through some paperwork," he replied as he tapped some papers on the table to align them, before putting them into a manila folder.
"Oh? Are you broke yet?"
He laughed.
"No, we're not broke yet."
I noticed how he said 'we' and I felt a warm feeling.
"Might have to spend some money before the taxman gets it though," he smiled as I looked up at him.
"You could get a new car," I suggested.
He frowned.
"What's wrong with my car?"
"Nothing," I smiled. "I just think you'd look super sexy in a Lamborghini. Might go with your leather jacket," I said cheekily.
He flicked me on the nose and I flinched.
He lifted me from the floor and pulled me onto his lap like I weighed nothing.
"We could go on holiday, I have some leave to take before the month is up."
"Yeah?"
I kissed him gently on the lips and gave a muffled cry when he held onto me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like the chocolate raisins that were on his desk.
"I love it when you do that," I breathed into his ear and he slid his hand up my shirt to rub my back.
"Where shall we go?"
I grinned.
"Anywhere you like."
"Well I know a few places with some good fossil structures," he stopped at my expression.
"I'm kidding," he said gently. "We could go to Italy. I hear it's very romantic," he said coyly.
"Yes, I'm sure they'd be delighted to encourage the gays in such a Catholic country."
"Fair point."
"Mmmhm."
"At this rate it will be Sweden or San Francisco."
I laughed and he reached up to stroke my bottom lip with his thumb.
"Fuck it, we'll go to Italy," he said with finality.
"Oh Ivo, what will the nuns think?"
"I don't give a damn," he replied severely.
He moved his other hand up my shirt and began to massage me with his knuckles.
I moaned and leaned into his touch, letting my eyes close.
"Mmmm, I love you Ivo."
His hands stilled for a moment before he continued.
"I love you too."