‘I think I like office fucking,’ he rasps, kissing my cheek.
I can’t answer. I don’t think I can speak, let alone think. But when he pulls out of me I groan—a groan he joins me in as he makes some comment I don’t think I can repeat.
A beat later, there’s a brush of material between my legs.
‘What are you using?’ I twist my head over my shoulder to try to look.
‘Your knickers,’ he replies with a sinful smile. I huff but don’t truly answer. I’ll just slip into my bedroom and grab a clean pair. ‘It’ll be like a secret between us. I know you’ll have no undies on, and you’ll know I’m sporting a stiffy because of you.’
I push up from my hands and turn to face him. ‘You’re ridiculous, you know that?’
He nods, something peculiar settling in his gaze. ‘You might’ve mentioned it once or twice,’ he answers, his lips meeting mine, brief yet sweet. ‘One thing’s for sure. I’m ridiculously in love with you.’
Chapter 27
CHASTITY
I check my appearance in the mirror at the top of the stairs as Flynn stands behind me with an expression that’s a little smug.
‘What are you smiling about?’
‘I reckon that was good enough for twins.’
‘Pardon?’ I turn my head to look at him rather than his reflection, his own eyes falling over my body as greedy as his hands earlier.
‘I think I fucked you so solidly, you’ll be good for twins. Twins at least.’
I tilt my head to the side as I push up onto my toes to pat his cheek. ‘Aw. Did you little Flynnie miss the reproductive talk at school?’
‘Yeah, I did. I was probably a little too busy to make that class on account of fucking some chick behind the gym.’
‘Do you miss Australia?’ I find myself suddenly asking.
‘Sometimes. Family mostly, but I love living in London. Besides, I won’t be making plans to relocate until you’ve had our twins. You know, so I can steal them away back in the dead of night and move them to Sydney.’
‘You’ve got it all worked out, haven’t you?’ I say as he takes my hand, and we turn to the stairs.
‘Nah. What would be the fun in that?’
Paisley’s brows lift as Flynn and I enter the room together. She sends me a look that speaks volumes and causes my cheeks to heat instantly. We make our way to the makeshift bar because, twins or not—and it’s most likely to be not—this woman needs a drink. I’ve no idea how long we were gone, and I’m beginning to wonder who was outside the door, and who else, if anyone, heard. So I’ll just finish my G and T before facing anyone.
‘Some one ring an ambulance!’ Hillary comes rushing into the room, his red hair sticking up all over and red lipstick smeared over his face. My first instinct is that this must be some kind of prank. If someone has hired me a paramedic striper-gram to give me mouth to mouth, I’m going to junk punch someone. ‘Oh, thank goodness. Chas, come quick. Your Aunty Cam has taken ill.’
I follow Hills out of the room, my heart beating against my ribcage. Cam can’t be ill. She still goes to the gym twice a week and does Callanetics, for goodness’ sake. Out through the kitchen, Hills steps out onto the patio and I immediately know what she was doing out here. Smoking. She used to have a twenty-a-day habit but swore last year she’d kicked that habit well and truly in the butt, pun intended.
‘Camilla! Camilla! Come on, lovely!’ Stephen—Avery’s—sequinned frock is all I can see. Then I see her legs between his, her body slumped in the chair.
‘Aunt Cam!’ I place my hand on her grey cheek and lightly tap. ‘Come on, darling. Open your eyes.’
Please don’t die. Please don’t die.
I feel like a fist is squeezing my heart as horror, sickness, and fear wash through me, making my head pound and my vision blurry.
‘We’re were just kissing—p’ My head snaps up. ‘No! Not me and her—me and Avery, when she sort of staggered into the chair, complaining of pains in her arms. The next thing, she slumped in her seat.’ Hills words are frantic, his hands clutching his arms as though cold
‘Stop shouting,’ Camilla murmurs, though doesn’t open her eyes. ‘I’m not dead yet.’
‘Thank Christ!’ I let out a breath. ‘You gave us all a fright.’
