Page 85 of Full Mountie

The living room is awesome, the kitchen is amazing…but by far, my favourite space is the giant master bath he’s put in just off his bedroom. I stop in the doorway after tucking my backpack next to Lachlan’s dresser.

Hugh presses his big, warm body against my back and tugs on the still-damp ends of my hair. I didn’t bother to straighten my bob like I usually do for work. They’ll just muss it up anyway. So I let it air dry and the ends are probably flipping out this way and that.

“Want another shower?”

I grin. “With company?”

“Can never be too squeaky clean.”

“Mmm.” I twist around and run my hands over his shirt, enjoying the tight ridges beneath. “When Lachlan gets home? We can scrub him head to toe.”

“Yes. Excellent plan.” He covers my hand with his and brings my fingers to his buttons. Daring me to unwrap him. “Want a drink while we wait?”

I swallow hard as I undo the first button. His skin is warm and tan, begging for me to stroke him as I reveal each delicious slice. “Yeah. Wine, maybe?”

“We should go get that,” he says huskily.

I undo another button. “Yes.”

“Beth…”

“I missed you.”

He takes my hands with a groan and pulls them up his body before he lets me go and drives his hands into my hair. He holds me still as he kisses me ruthlessly. “I missed you, too,” he says roughly. “I wanted to be there Tuesday night when you came in my ear. That was so fucking hot. It’s kind of killing me only doing this once a week.”

Once a week for an entire depraved weekend. But I know what he means. It doesn’t feel like enough.

If we were dating publicly, we’d see each other a lot more.

If we were dating publicly, we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other.

And Lachlan.

I ease back and pat his chest. “Let’s…get that wine.”

He drags in a breath. “Yeah.”

“He’ll be home soon.”

“And we have all weekend.”

“Mmm.”

We find a bottle of wine and glasses, and lean against the counter as we toast to a night off.

The minutes tick by, and our resolve to wait for Lachlan remains steadfast, but filthy thoughts manage to intrude into the conversation anyway. As he finishes his glass of wine, Hugh gives me a dirty look. “You could tell Daddy all about your day.”

I laugh, but the look in his eyes—fierce, hungry, feral—takes my breath away. Interesting. But I’m not in the mood to play games. Not that game, anyway. I cup his cheek and soften my voice, making it sultry and terribly inappropriate. “Or you could tell Mummy about yours.”

He grunts, and I glance down his body. He lets me check out his growing erection before chucking me gently under the chin. “I’ll take you over my lap.”

I wink at him. “I’ll take you on your knees.”

He raises his eyebrows, and I mimic hisoh yeah?expression. Our stand-off is interrupted by the front door opening, and we’re laughing hysterically when Lachlan joins us in the kitchen. He wraps his arms around me from behind and drops a kiss on the side of my neck. “What’s so funny?”

“Hugh’s trying to play sex games instead of telling me how his day was.”

“That’s because his day was shit. Sex would be my choice, too.”

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