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‘Throw,’ she commanded and he tore his eyes away from her long enough to throw a three and land on her next property, Liverpool Street Station. The world seemed to stop turning for a split second as he raised his eyes to her.

‘What do you want me to do?’ he asked, eyes blazing.

She’d planned to ask him to take his jeans off but suddenly it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him now, on her, more than anything.

‘Kiss me,’ she said and she saw his eyes darken with an intensity that she remembered from their night together.

Fox pushed his chair back so forcefully it toppled over, and then he was there, in front of her, crushing her to his chest. His mouth met hers and he devoured her, drawing her tongue with his, playing with her until she gasped into his mouth. All she could do was hold on, as he gripped her head with one hand and encircled her with the other. Now she had the answer to her question. He was hard through his jeans, the heat of him burning against her. Robyn wound her fingers into his hair.

‘Strip me,’ she moaned, wanting more. Fox unclipped her bra with one hand and discarded it, before tugging her pants from her hips and letting them drop. The air on her skin felt incredible. Her nipples were already rock hard, her core wet.

‘Taste me,’ she urged. He swooped to pick her up and carried her to the couch in a few short steps. The feel of his skin against hers was like an electric current. Robyn arched towards him as he laid her down, but he held her flat with a palm just above her breasts as he took control and knelt between her legs.

When she was still, Fox began to move his fingers, circling her breasts in smaller and smaller patterns until he nearly reached her nipples but didn’t quite touch them. He did this again and again, until she whimpered, then he dropped his mouth to her chest and sucked, the pull of it going straight to the pit of her stomach. His mouth moved down, his tongue tracking a hot trail south, as his hands moved to her hips and then lower, to her thighs.

His breath on her centre made her dizzy as she waited, desperate for him to feel just how wet she was for him. His fingers spread her, slick already, and she was open to him completely. All she could do was wait. His tongue touched her clit and her body jack-knifed. Fox extended one hand and pushed her flat, before resuming the touch with his tongue, tasting her body. He circled her core, and pushed one finger deep inside her, then two. She moaned as he flicked the fingers inside her, and sucked her clit into his mouth, until she couldn’t take it any more. She grasped his head between both hands. His eyes were clouded with need, his face wet with her desire.

‘Fuck me,’ she begged.

He knelt between her legs again and paused, his eyes dark with desire.

‘Do I need . . .’ he asked and she shook her head. She was well and truly back on the pill, not leaving anything to anyone else ever again in that department.

She pulled him closer and released his cock from his jeans. Hot, hard, huge, just as she’d remembered it. She ran her fingers from base to crown, and his fists clenched as she circled him. Robyn wanted to touch him, tease him, suck him, but more than anything, at this moment in time, she wanted to fuck him. She lifted her legs and put one foot over each of his shoulders. His eyes burned into her as he took a hold of her ankles, before sinking slowly, inch by inch, until she was full. Her breathing was ragged with need as he paused. Fox’s jaw was taut, his chest heaving above her, and she arched towards him, urging him on, as he began to move. Slowly at first, withdrawing almost to the tip before plunging again, harder and deeper.

She pushed against him, wanting more, taking more, with each thrust. The feel of him inside her, the heat, the sheer need of it, was the most urgent thing in the world. She didn’t need to think or speak. She just wanted this moment. Robyn threw her head back as he growled. She moaned until she screamed and came, her eyes closing to see blackness and a million shooting stars as he collapsed on top of her.

Chapter Forty

Fox

Fox rolled to the side, holding her close so that they could both still fit on the sofa. His heart was pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes and let his body settle, listening to Robyn’s breathing return to normal.

‘I like the new rules,’ he said, after a moment. ‘Although I don’t think I could play your version with the family at Christmas.’

She laughed and the rush of it made him think of a river flowing.

‘Wait and see how I play snakes and ladders,’ Robyn replied and this time it was him laughing.

He pulled the throw from the back of the sofa and shook it over both of them, tucking it around her, letting his hands smooth the blanket over her body.

‘So, is this what we’re doing then? Playing some games until you leave?’ Fox held his breath, waiting anxiously, and only let it out when she nodded against him.

‘Sounds like fun to me.’

‘What you doing tomorrow night?’

‘A repeat performance, I hope?’ Robyn suggested and he grinned.

‘I’d book in for the matinee and the evening show if I could,’ he said. ‘But some of us have to work, you know.’

‘How’s the game shaping up?’

‘It’s good, so far. I’ve made some adjustments to the sequel that I think you’ll like.’ He didn’t say any more, wanting it to be a surprise when she played it.

Robyn sniffed. ‘It will be weird for me and Willow tomorrow,’ she said. ‘Being without Reggie and George.’

‘Good luck to Fiona tomorrow,’ Fox said. ‘She’s got a tough act to follow. You’ve done so much for the boys. They love you.’