‘In my mind, you were in the shower with me. It was your hand wanking me off.’It’s a recurring fucking theme. Her throat moves as she swallows, her eyes flicking from my face to my crotch. ‘Aye, I’m still hard for you, darlin’.’
‘This is so awkward,’ she sort of groans, turning away.
‘And your proposition would’ve been easier?’ I grasp her elbow. ‘One pop an’ your virginity is no longer? A timeline for fucking, and everything else stays the same?’
‘You’re being crass on purpose,’ she accuses. ‘And I thought it would easier. Our roles wouldn’t have been redefined. Like now. Right now, I don’t know whether I should let you touch me because I’m desperate for you to, or if I should turn the other cheek because of Louis.’
‘I don’t favour one cheek over another,’ I return, spinning her around. Her palms slap the granite countertops as I plant my own firmly on her round arse. ‘They’re both pretty fantastic. I can’t wait to slide my cock between—’
‘Be serious,’ she says, straightening.
‘I’m always serious about fucking, even when I’m playing.’
‘Isn’t this confusing to you?’
‘Men aren’t so complicated,’ I answer, pushing my body against hers. ‘I want you. All. The. Fucking. Time. But,’ I add with a sigh, ‘that doesn’t mean I don’t get your point.’
‘So what do we do?’
‘How about we keep things as they are,’ I reply, a sudden plan forming in my head. ‘For now, at least. From seven until seven, you’re Ella, Louis’s au pair and my friend.’
‘And the other twelve hours?’
‘You’re the woman I’m fucking into oblivion.’
