Page 110 of An Unholy Affair
‘Yes.’
Jack stared across the park, wishing he was two millimetres from Eveline, not over two hundred miles. ‘I think about you all the time.’
She sighed, and a bolt of electricity made his dick twitch. ‘I think of you, too. I imagine…’
His ears pricked. ‘Tell me.’
Her voice lowered. ‘When I’m in the rectory on my own, usually when I’m cooking or doing the dishes. I imagine I’m standing at the sink staring out at the birds on the feeders… And I hear the back door…’
He closed his eyes. ‘Go on…’
She took a breath. ‘I look up, and you’re standing in the doorway. But you don’t say anything. You’re just staring like you’re hungry for me.’
‘I am.’
‘And I don’t move. It’s like I can’t even if I wanted to. Then you come up behind me, and…’
‘Go on.’
‘You, er… We, er… You know?’
His cock was straining uncomfortably in his jeans, so hard it could hammer nails. ‘What are you wearing in this fantasy?’
‘A dress with buttons down the front.’
‘Underwear?’
‘No,’ she whispered.
‘Fu—Eveline, you’re killing me.’
‘When are you coming home?’
Home?Was Foxbrooke his home now?
He huffed with frustration. ‘I don’t know. It all depends on Mum.’
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‘I’ll speak to her.’
Jack glanced at his sister. Four days had passed and their mother had not once mentioned returning to Foxbrooke. He was sitting in the living room with Emily as she fed Alfie. Betsy was ‘helping’ Nana make cakes in the kitchen, and Steph was out food shopping.
‘About?’
Emily gave him a look. ‘Jack, I know you’ve got shit to do and daddy daycare was never going to be on the list.’
‘I don’t mind—’
‘It’s not a criticism. You’re amazing with Betsy, but it’s like you’ve got itching powder up your butt crack and the relief cream is back in Somerset.’
He laughed. ‘That obvious?’
‘Party-planning is your job, but it’s a different kettle of fish when it involves the Foxbrookes. When is the Winter Ball, anyway?’
‘Just under a week away.’
‘Then what the fuck are you still doing here?’ she hissed.
