I’d probably have to sell my car to pay you back. Or maybe my soul.
It would be totally worth it, fyi.
I drop my darkened phone into my open purse and turn, lightly tracing my fingertips over the dips and valleys of his abs. A path I’d earlier trailed with my tongue.
Falling into bed with Will is very easy. Keeping my emotions in check is harder.
Bringing my knees up onto the bed, I snuggle up against his warm body, placing my head on his chest. It isn’t long before I’m lulled back to sleep by the sound of his steady, even breaths.
Chapter Nineteen
SADIE
Monday morning, I come to with something hard pressed against my ass, and a wet nose pressed to my cheek.
‘Who let the dog in?’ I complain, pushing Sir Lancelot’s large head away.
‘The day-care people returned him yesterday evening. You were catnapping. Do you know they have a key?’
I nod, pulling the sheet up to my chin.
‘I think the poor girl didn’t expect to see quite as much as she did.’
I push up onto my elbow and wriggle round to face him. ‘Did you wander through the building naked?’
‘Mo would be overjoyed to hear that, but no. I asked her to bring him up here when she called—your phone, by the way. Do you know you sleep like the dead?’ I do know; it’s my secret superpower. ‘I answered the door wrapped in a towel. I wasn’t expecting her to already be in the building.’
‘That’s not too bad,’ I mumble. At least, in my daily life, I wouldn’t mind being met at the door by a towel wearing hunk once in a while.
‘A towel and a hard-on.’
‘Because... ?’
‘I woke up to the phone, and you were naked. I think that was right before we fucked for the second time.’
Setting that aside for the moment, I turn to face him and ask, ‘What do you mean Mo would be overjoyed to find you’d been wandering around in the nude?’
‘I haven’t obviously. But yes, he’d pop a boner, for sure.’
I frown, trying to gather his meaning. ‘He might never let me dog sit again.’ Though, the chances of me coming back to London anytime soon are slim.
‘Nah,’ Will responds, ruffling a hand through his hair as he stifles a yawn. ‘He’s been trying to get my kit off since we were boys.’
‘Are you saying Mo is gay?’
‘What do you think? How many men do you know have pink oriental silk on their bedroom walls?’
‘Ma-rried.’ No need to explain my sarcastic intonation. ‘Mo has gone to get married!’ Kallie said so.
‘The day Mo gets married, both bride and groom will be wearing Armani suits. Unless he wears a kaftan. He’s a bit theatrical like that.’
I make to turn back, though think better of it as every single muscle in my torso tightens.And some a little farther down. Ouch.
‘Listen, Mr Irresistible,’ I begin testily. ‘There will be people you encounter whose clothes don’t fall off just because you shoot them your cocky smile.’
‘Like you, you mean?’ he says.. . breaking out that same smile. ‘It absolutely didn’t work for you, did it?’ It just baffles me how can he smile and frown at the same time.
‘I gave in because you irritated me to death,’ I answer haughtily, flouncing and flailing in the knotted sheet to give him my back. And ow!
