Page 63 of The Twins
“Hell yeah, I can work out at the gym for hours and still not sleep, but sex, great sex like we had yesterday, means I sleep like a baby.”
I giggled. He couldn’t be less like a baby. Dark and brooding, his stubble thick and his voice deep and sexy as fuck.
“What you got on today?” he asked.
The clock on the wall showed nine a.m. “I’m actually on call, starting now,” I said.
“On call?” He frowned.
“Yes. It comes round every six weeks, a Sunday on call.”
“Who needs a lawyer on a Sunday?”
“Luckily, not many people, and I usually don’t get disturbed, but it does mean I’m confined to Oxford today, I need to be available.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of you being available.” He ducked his head and kissed my neck.
I sighed softly. “What are you guys doing today?”
“Apart from fucking you?”
I stroked his hair. “Yeah, apart from that.”
He straightened and smiled. “We’ve got to get going soon, to the gym. There’s a fight on today, it’s only small but its ticketed, so we need to be on site to make sure it runs smoothly.”
“That happen often?”
“A couple of times a month.” He sipped his coffee. “It’s good marketing and good fun, you should come.”
“Mmm.” I gave a non-committal shrug.
“What?”
“I think I might have seen enough kicking and punching yesterday.”
“You didn’t like it?” He appeared concerned.
“I didn’t say that, I guess it just takes a while to desensitize to that kind of thing.”
“I suppose so.” He paused. “So what are you going to do? We haven’t heard from the cops yet, so you shouldn’t go home.”
“I’m safe here, aren’t I? It is a safe house.”
“You are definitely safe here. There’s always at least one of us around and cameras everywhere.”
I frowned. “Even in the girls’ rooms.”
“They can have that if they want, some do, most don’t. The alarm bells are enough, they know they’ll have backup within a minute if shit gets weird.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“You in the habit of flogging a woman’s ass like that?”
He chuckled. “No, not that I haven’t done it before, but it’s a fucking treat, and you’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.” He ran his hand up my thigh, beneath the t-shirt, and cupped my ass cheek, squeezed it. “Are you sore?”
“No, a little achy, like I’ve done a workout, but not sore.”
