“No. I was a bit surprised. It was unexpected. I’d missed you so much and I just wanted to, to…” I hesitate, not sure how blunt I should be.
“You wanted a hard, fast fuck. You made that plain enough.”Ah, that blunt then. Right.
“And you made me wait. And work for it.”
“If that’s not how you want it to be between us, you need only say so. I’m used to dominating, taking the lead in bed. But I’m adaptable.”
I smile, touched that he’s taking the trouble to consult me. “I love you just as you are. I love the way you fuck me, even if you are bossy with it.”
“And I love it when you talk as dirty as I do.” He tilts his head, his expression serious. “If I get too heavy, I need you to tell me. Remember that.”
“Yes, sir.”
His grin at my final remark is sardonic, and for once it doesn’t provoke the usual display of dimples. “Have you finished your wine? I still need to bring my luggage in from the car. Are you coming next door?”
Chapter Seven
“Do you have an A-Z of Leeds?”
I hit a natural break on the nursery signage job and decided a cup of tea was in order. It seemed like a reasonable excuse to make one for Ewan too. Carrying two mugs, I wander through his house looking for him. I find him, not surprisingly, in his office. He’s peering at an image from Google maps displayed on his laptop.
“No. That’s what my satnav’s for.” I lean down to kiss his neck, at the same time placing his cup on the desk in front of him. “I made tea?”
“Thanks, love.” He turns to kiss me, this time on the lips before picking up the cup. “I don’t have a satnav. I did, but hardly ever used it so the constant updating was a pain. Fucking civil engineers—always laying new roads. Anyway, I never bothered getting one installed in this car.”
“Where are you trying to find?” I perch on the spare chair next to him and narrow my eyes to study the screen.
“Roundhay Court. It’s one of those new build business parks, somewhere in north Leeds.”
“Do you have the postcode?”
“Yeah, but this map doesn’t seem to recognise it. I guess I’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way—drive tosomewhere near and ask someone.” He grimaces as he takes another sip of his tea. “Shit. I hate it when people think I’m lost.”
“Perish the thought. You can borrow mine if you like.”
“Your what?”
“My satnav. And the car, obviously. It’s built in. When are you going?”
“Day after tomorrow. Won’t you need your car?”
“I work from home now, remember? It spends most days just standing in the driveway. You’re welcome to use it.”
“Thanks. I’ll leave my keys with you, in case you do need to go anywhere.”
“I won’t, and in any case, I’m not insured to drive yours.”
“I’ll see to that. So, are you in the middle of something or do you have time to stay a while?”
“Nothing that won’t wait…” I smile. I have a good idea what ‘staying a while’ might involve, and it sounds like a fine plan to me. There’s no point in working from home, and being on good fucking terms with the neighbours, unless a little middle-of-the-day debauchery is on the cards. I move to sit on his lap and loop my arms around his neck.
His fingers abandon the keyboard and he slides them up the front of my vest. He leans back to fix me with a stern glare.
“Faith, I’m shocked. No bra.” He buries his nose between my breasts.
“No. I find I prefer a less formal dress code for working at home. Should I take my vest off too?”
“In a moment. I do think this is an excellent company policy. Does it stretch to knickers?”
