He turns back to me with a smile on his face, but it dies as he immediately guesses my mood. I knew he would. I move closer, and he takes a step back.

“It’s been a good afternoon,” he says warily.

I wink at him, and he immediately wrinkles his nose in disgust. “I know how we can make it even better, Mags.”

“I am cautious of even asking how.”

I grin. “Let’s go back to your place and fuck.”

A muscle ticks in his set jaw, but his eyes are hot as fire. “And is that wise?” His voice is filled with both humour and heat.

“Is anything ever wise, Mags?”

“I’m sure I could pick fault in that particular piece of logic.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are you going to?”

He looks me up and down, and his eyes grow heavy-lidded. “No,” he says finally, and I breathe out slowly, feeling a pulse in my cock like the clang of the bell to start a race.

I raise my hand to hail a taxi. “Let’s go. I want you inside me.”

He follows me obediently. “Can I look at my ashtray while we do it?” he asks solemnly.

I shake my head, trying not to laugh. “I don’t know, Mags. Will it improve your performance?”

He gives a predatory smile, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Only one way to find out.”

Chapter Eleven

Laurie

We’re kissing so hard that we fall against his front door.

“Ouch,” I say as the handle digs into my back. “The knob’s gouging me.”

He takes one look at me before bursting into laughter and saying lasciviously, “Not yet, but soon, Laurie.”

I roll my eyes. “Braggers rarely have a reason to do so.”

He grabs my hand, and I swallow hard as he holds it to his groin. His cock is hard, straining at his shorts and intimidatingly wide. I’ll know he’s been inside me for sure. The idea doesn’t put me off. Instead, my whole body heats. I haven’t had a good dicking for ages.

He presses against me, bracing his arms on the door, bracketing me in. His hips thrust, pushing his cock into my hand. I grip him, shuttling up and down, making him close his eyes and mutter something in Danish under his breath.

I release his cock and fumble at the button of his shorts, and he grabs my fingers, staying me. “Not in the corridor,” he mutters. “Let’s get inside.”

“You have excellent ideas,” I say breathlessly.

He smiles. “Better than bingo.”

“You lie,” I say indignantly, trying not to laugh. “Ah well. Now that your ideas are going to be accompanied by your dick, I shall pay attention going forwards.”