Page 40 of Friends Rucked Up

We lock up my flat and make our way into my bedroom. I grab my nightie from the dresser.

“I’ll just be a minute changing. Then you can have the bathroom.”

He walks over to me and takes my night clothes. “Allow me.”

He gestures for me to put my arms up and removes my top. I don’t cover my breast as he unhooks my bra. Next, he undoes thebutton on my jeans, followed by the zipper. Slowly, he pulls the denim fabric down my legs leaving me bare except for my black lace panties. I can see the lust blazing in his eyes, but he has the self-control of a saint. I lift my arms once more and he slips my nightie into place before turning his back to me. He undresses down to his boxers and get into my bed.

He kisses me goodnight, ending the evening perfectly.

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Waking up next to Alfie feels different to the other times. His arms are wrapped tightly round me just like before, but he’s tucked closer. His breath tickles the hairs on my neck, and I can feel his erection pressing into my ass. It’s just his morning wood, but I’m more aware of it.

He moves ever so slightly, and his lip makes contact with the sensitive skin just below my earlobe. I can’t help the whimper that leaves my mouth. He makes a gruff sound sending a pulse of pleasure down to my core.

I arch my back into his erection. His arm wraps around my waist holding me in place.

“You’re going to have to stop that before I lose control. I’m trying to do the right thing, but you’re making it hard, literally,” Alfie says.

“I want to see the fun side of Alfie, not the serious one.” I pout.

I’m looking forward to working him into an uncontrollable frenzy. His mouth runs over my ear sending a shiver down my spine.

“You will.” He gives me a quick kiss on my temple before moving away.

I don’t hide the moan of disappointment. My eyes are drawn to the bulge in his pants as he walks into the bathroom.

Covering my eyes, I move onto my back. I’ve never been so tempted by a guy, and it’s just my luck he has the strongest willpower in the world.

A few minutes later he returns dressed in his workout clothes. “I’ll drop my bag at home and then I’m going for a run.”

“Wait.” I push down the duvet back revealing more skin, although my nightie covers my most intermate areas. “What about my kiss goodbye?” I give him my best doe eyes.

“Saylor! You are killing me here.”

He runs his tongue over his top lip before he leans over and gives me what I want. He starts slow and soft kissing the corner of my mouth. Then, he deepens the kiss until we’re making out. Like a gentleman, he doesn’t push for more but there’s no mistaking he’s hard. We stay locked in each other’s embrace for less time than I’d like, but it’s enough for now. This time when he pulls away, I let him go.

Chapter Eighteen

Alfie

Even though she’s wearing a blindfold, I put my hands over her eyes while guiding her towards the farmhouse cottage. Tonight, I’m pulling out all the stops to make the perfect evening for us. Antony Clive, a local celebrity chef, is even cooking the food. He opens the door, and we step inside. I lead Saylor to the large dining table before unveiling the view.

She gasps. “Alfie, this is beautiful.”

The tables are covered in a white linen cloth. It’s decorated with silver candles, napkin holders, and vases of white flowers. There are tealights scattered around the room; on shelves, window ledges, and side cabinets.

The owner of the cottage helped me get the place ready and she even made origami swans out of the bath sheets. I scattered rose petals in the bedroom, but that’s for later.

“Only the best for you.” I take her black coat, revealing her red cocktail dress. “You look beautiful,” I add before pulling out her chair.

“Thank you. You scrub up well yourself,” she says.

I have a few suits for charity balls and other rugby events, but this one I save for the specialist occasions. It’s a Victoria Ainsworth limited-edition black-tie suit with deep purple trimmings.

She takes a seat while I hang our coats in the hall and check in with the chef. My shoes echo against the stone floor as I make my way into the kitchen.

“I’ll be serving the starter in a couple of minutes. Can you handle pouring the wine?” He drizzles raspberry sauce onto the melon. When we spoke earlier in the week when I choose the menu.

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