Page 38 of Knots About You
‘Sack her off and I’ll let you tie me up again…’ Claire gave me a devious grin that had me weakening on the spot.
‘Unless you want Isla peeping through your windows while I have you spread out in my rope, I’d better not.’ The idea had me tempted to tell Isla to take a hike. Because damn I itched to hear Claire scream my name.
‘Well,’ Claire said, walking her fingers up my chest. ‘I could come. And after the meeting, you could take your time with me all afternoon.’
‘You’re insatiable.’
‘I can’t help it, being near you puts disgraceful thoughts in my head. Is it too much?’ A thread of worry crossed her freckled face.
‘No, Claire. Don’t dampen down a single part of you. I love knowing you’re a needy little thing for me.’ Running my hands down her back, I pulled her against me, arching my hips. Her eyes widened. ‘Do you feel what you do to me?’
‘I could take care of that for you…’
‘Patience, you wee brat. Later.’
She pouted as I reluctantly released her and checked my phone.
ISLA: Noon. Your house.
ISLA: Did you pick up cake?
ISLA: Or are you too busy with your Londoner?
I texted back:
You bring the cake. I’ll see you then.
‘Business?’ Claire asked.
‘Yeah, there’s been some interest from a magazine and influencers, and Isla wants us to shoot a load more reels. You can talk it over with her over lunch.’
‘So I’m coming?’ Claire perked up.
‘In more ways than one. Pack some spare underpants.’
fifteen
CLAIRE
Meowrse layon Owen’s rug, roasting his belly in front of the log burner. He stretched out and yawned before settling those big yellow-green eyes on me. I sat on the sofa with my phone and a mug of tea while texting Shelly.
Shells: I was beginning to think you were dead or something. How’s it going?
Me: It’s actually going pretty well.
Shells: Does that mean you’re getting railed six ways from Sunday by some kilted beefcake?
Me: Well…
Shells: Shut UP! For real?
Me: Well, I’m not exactly getting railed, yet. But there is a significantly high potential for railing. The rail meter is at least in the orange zone.
Shells: Good. You’ve been due for a good seeing to for years.
Me: Shelly! I was with Marty.
Shells: Exactly. I bet he didn’t even go down on you. Not without a spritz of bleach and a cling-film shield.
