Page 44 of Stuck with the Hot Boss
‘Dodging cyclists, joggers and kids out robbing?’ said Evie. ‘You’re a true romantic, kind sir. Come, let us promenade.’
The towpath was crowded. Everyone else had had the same idea. Leo and Evie decided to cut through Shoreditch instead and wander the streets looking for a place to eat. A small slice of lemon drizzle cake each hadn’t gone the distance and now they were famished.
‘I like it over this part of town,’ said Leo. ‘Chelsea’s very–’
‘Clean?’ suggested Evie. ‘Oversupplied with Range Rovers and Tory-voting wankers?’
‘All of the above,’ said Leo. ‘I was going to say – predictable. Around here it’s more dynamic. You never know what you’re going to see round the next corner.’
They rounded a corner.
‘See?’ Leo exclaimed. ‘You’d never findthatin my hood!’
‘Chelsea is not a hood, Leo,’ said Evie. ‘But apart from that, I completely agree.’
They’d come across what looked the site of an abandoned old goods yard. Street art adorned the outer brick walls, but what really caught the eye was the chain link fence that surrounded it. Every inch of it was festooned with padlocks.
‘Whatarethese?’ Leo lifted one to inspect it more closely. It was rusted brass and had ‘Gaz and Madz’ scrawled on it in fading black felt pen.
‘They’re lovelocks,’ said Evie.
Her subdued tone caught Leo’s attention.
‘Do I sense a history here?’ he said.
‘Nothereprecisely,’ said Evie. ‘But an ex and I–’ She could feel her cheeks burning. ‘We put one on the Millennium Bridge.’
‘And is it still there?’ Leo sounded intrigued and, to Evie’s annoyance, amused.
‘No,’ she said, shortly. ‘It got cut off.’
‘Thepadlockgot cut off,’ said Leo. ‘Just checking.’
‘Don’t tease!’ said Evie. ‘I was making bad choices with men back then, and I don’t want to be reminded!’
Leo moved close and coaxed her into his arms. ‘Am I agoodchoice?’
Evie resisted, still irked. ‘Not if you keep laughing at me.’
Leo dropped a kiss on her hair. Then ran his thumb lightly over her cheek, and down over her lips. The summer evening light brought out the gold, blue, green rockpool colour of his eyes, and Evie drank in their beauty, the perfect planes of his face, and the soft fullness of his mouth. Which was still curved in a smile, the bastard. But before she could protest, Leo kissed her, and Evie forgot every objection and melted into him, one hand in his hair and one on his hall-of-fame arse, pulling him closer to enjoy his hardness, his pressing need for her. A tiny part of her brain clocked that they were alone, no cars, no people passing. A chain link fence covered in padlocks wasn’t the most comfortable back support for standing sex, but the only other option was a brick alcove that reeked so badly she could smell it from ten feet away.
‘It’s not exactly private here,’ Leo whispered. ‘Or, for that matter, hygienic.’
He could be reading her mind, except for the fact that she’d already fished a condom out of her bag and was unzipping his fly.
‘We’ll be discreet,’ said Evie. ‘No need to drop your pants. Just let me–’
Her skirt was light and billowy, and she could lift it up in front while maintaining her overall dignity. It worked handily as a cover too as, in record time, she’d clad Leo’s freed erection in the condom, pulled aside her desire-dampened knickers and guided him in. Leo moved slowly, cautiously, so as not to draw attention, and also because his quads were working overtime to keep his knees bent at the right angle. They locked eyes, and the concentration on his face and the sensation of his cock covertly inside her was ridiculously exciting. Evie felt her orgasm start to build, and her breathing became tell-tale ragged.
‘If I speed up,’ muttered Leo, ‘everyonewill know what we’re doing.’
‘Then keep it slow,’ Evie murmured.
He did, and with every measured, deep thrust Evie’s orgasm came nearer, but so gradually it was agonising. Leo’s breathing was ragged now, too, and his leg muscles were quivering with the effort. He shifted position slightly and that was the trigger. Evie came, so intensely and for so long it felt like endless crashing waves of bliss. Throwing caution to the wind, Leo grabbed her hips and finished fast and hard, burying his face in her hair as he came.
‘Okay …’ he murmured, after an age. ‘Are we ready for the uncoupling?’
‘Never,’ said Evie, dreamily. ‘This is us from now on.’
