“I can hear you thinking.” She lifted her head, looking at me with big eyes. “What’s going on in that head?”
“I think I’m going to do something you suggested.”
“Make a mould of your penis for me so I can have a sex toy made?”
We both laughed, relaxing back down in the bed.
“Surprisingly, no. I had my secretary fax me information on some houses for sale in London. I think you’re right – bringing the kids to the city would be good for all of us.” When I hadn’t been thinking about her, or being with her, I’d been working out what to do. “I can have a nanny and an au pair. I can get home after work and spend time with them, and start work again in the evenings.”
“And maybe you could squeeze a life in there too. Dating, maybe.” Her smile was soft but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Baby steps. Want to see some of the houses?” We weren’t in court until ten, so the morning could be relatively lazy. Neither of us were the lead on the case or anywhere near it, both of our father’s holding that mantle. It was experience for both of us, really.
She sat up, holding the quilt to her chest.
“No need to keep them hidden on my behalf.” I nodded at her tits.
“You’ll get distracted and I want to see the houses.”
She had a point. I got out of bed, knowing it was her eyes on me now. I tried not to preen while standing there naked, rooting through my briefcase for the papers.
“Here.” I passed them to her, then crawled over her to get back into bed. “They’re all within walking distance to the Callaghan offices in Borough Market.”
She studied the first couple. “That’s a good one. Loads of space – there’s a room on the second floor that could be a playroom.” She pointed out some of the features. “Have you looked at schools nearby?”
“No. There are a ton of private schools nearby so I’ll find the right house first and then look. Worst case scenario, I can hire tutors for Max, Jackson and Claire until I can get them in the right school. They’ll want to be in the same one.” I watched her as she carried on looking at the properties Julie had found, her expression studious.
She was an impressive solicitor. Organised, detailed, technical. I’d found it difficult to negotiate with her, her attention to detail meaning her arguments were always founded.
“I think you’re doing the right thing.” She piled the papers together, although I wasn’t watching those.
The cover had slipped away from her body, giving me the best view in the country. I leaned down and kissed her nipple.
“You’re incorrigible!” She rolled the papers up and smacked me with them. “We should set some boundaries.”
“You just hit me.” I gave her my sternest look, the one I reserved for when I needed to pretend I was angry, even if I wasn’t.
Marie’s chin tipped up. “You kissed my - ”
“You still shouldn’t have hit me.” I caught her wrists, kissing each one before straddling over her, kicking the covers away. Then I pinned her wrists down on the pillow with one hand,bracing myself on my knees above her. “And these tits are mine right now.”
“But you’re in my home. And they’re attached to my body.” She squirmed, her cheeks flushing and her nipples hardening.
I took one in my mouth and sucked gently, slowly, hearing her breathing change. “Want me to stop?”
“Not really.”
“Who owns these tits then?” I licked her nipple quickly, teasing.
“Me.”
“I’d better leave them alone then.” I sat up a little higher.
“I’ll let you borrow them.”
“I don’t do borrowing. They’re either mine or not.” I lowered my head again and blew on the hard peak. I was seriously obsessed with her tits.
“They can be yours for the moment.”
