Page 57 of Saving Mr. Bell

“It’s quite funny.”

“For you, maybe. I’ve still got all the fallout from the media to weather when they find out.”

“You can borrow Sophie. Note, I said borrow, not kidnap. I know the two things have the same meaning in your head, but they’re really not the same. I like her, but not so much I want to get up one morning and find her tied up on the sofa.”

I’d stopped listening, more interested in the bare skin being revealed as Rudolf pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. “I’m hot,” he lied. “Must be something to do with the hatchet job someone did on the logs for the burner.”

“They’re fine.”

“I looked in the shed. They’re massive. I’m surprised you could fit them in.” I said nothing as his fingers moved to the fastening of his jeans, refusing to admit that I’d had to take the logs back outside to chop into smaller pieces when I’d had that exact problem. Rudolf undid his button. “I have plans for us for the next few days.”

It was hard not to assume that all those plans were sexual when Rudolf accompanied his words with pulling down his jeans, his underwear coming with them. And if they were, he wouldn’t hear any arguments from me. I stared at his cock, my mouth watering. “Yeah?”

“We need to decorate the tree.”

“Okay.”

“I have presents to put under it and they’ll look stupid if it’s not decorated.”

“Presents?”

“For you.”

“You got me presents?”

“Duh! It’s Christmas. I could hardly turn up here empty handed.”

“You’re enough of a present.” Especially stood stark naked as he was. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.

“You smooth talker, you.”

“It’s true.” I made a mental note to drive to Salzburg. Rudolf might have presents for me, but given I hadn’t fully believed he’d return, I had nothing for him. It would have felt like tempting fate.

Rudolf wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a stroke. “Where was I? Oh yeah, plans. I want to go sledging again while there’s still snow.”

“I can live with that.”

“I want you to teach me to make bread.”

“You’re very demanding.”

“Yep. You’ll need to get used to that now we’re together.”

“I’ll adapt.”

“Naked Twister.”

“Sounds fun.” Or at least what it would lead to sounded fun. I had a feeling the game itself would be short-lived.

“Lots of sex.”

“I’ll do my best. Can we start now?”

Rudolf grinned. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve already started. I’m just waiting for you to catch up.”

I was on him in a flash, hustling him toward the bedroom and not stopping until we had a mattress at our back. I spent the next hour reacquainting myself with all things Rudolf, the moans I pulled from him only spurring me on to find new unexplored places. In true Rudolf style, he waited until after we’d both orgasmed to tell me he loved me, too.

Chapter Twenty-one

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