“You might be.”
He certainly knew how to make her smile.
“Want to get under the covers?”
Alle nodded.“I am a little cold.”
“The bit I’m feeling isn’t.”His hands settled over her burning butt cheeks.“It’s feeling pretty scorchio.”
“Yeah, but there are goosebumps on my arms, and I don’t want to be spanked there.”
Spook let go of her long enough for them to scramble beneath the covers.
What he didn’t do was lie down beside her with his head on the pillow.Instead, he rolled her onto her stomach and crouched over her, astride her legs.
“Spook, that’s not exactly keeping my arms warm.”
He positioned pillows over both of her elbows, making her chuckle.
“What are you thinking, you crazy dichotomy of a man?”He wasn’t touching her, just looking at her fiercely red butt.
“Dark thoughts,” he murmured, prompting her to turn her head and look back at him.His expression wasn’t dark.It was, at least for a moment, unguarded.Desire burned within him like a feral hunger.
“Tell me.”
“Alle,” he sighed.His usual mask dropped over his face.
Alle rolled onto her side enough to allow her to curl her fingers around his.“You’re imagining what you’d like to do, right?So tell me.”
Spook sighed again, making a different sound to the first time, less edgy, and more admissive.“All right.I was imagining the welts I’d like to add to the general glow.”
“Go on.”
“How I’d run my fingers and tongue over them.How I’d explore your arse and open you up.”
“You were imagining kissing my ring?”She pushed her tongue into her cheek.
“Fucking you there,” he corrected her without a hint of humour.
“Oh!”She pulled a goldfish expression.“With your actual cock?”
“I hadn’t progressed that far in my imagining yet.”
“Ah.Right.I interrupted too soon.So, what came first?”
“My tongue.Fingers.A toy.A replica, to be precise.”
“Wait,” she tilted up her chin so she could see him better.His eyes were a roiling maelstrom of ghosts, but his jaw was relaxed.“When you say a replica, you mean of your dick?”
“Yes.”
Alle grinned.Black Halo had put out that limited edition range of vibrators.She’d never been entirely certain how involved the guys had been in their creation.Not that it’d stopped her purchasing one.Christ, she’d practically assumed it was a hoax, but judging by his expression, maybe not.
“I have one of those,” she confessed.“The Spookster.”
“With you?”Spook responded, proving they were on exactly the same wavelength.Also—zero batting of eyelids.Well, wasn’t he full of surprises tonight?That left her with the question of what she was prepared to reveal.After all his admissions, confessing to carrying around a sex toy in the shape of his cock in her handbag wasn’t much of one.
“Yes.”
