Page 82 of Wife After Wife
One pulled over and a trio of girls in tiny Santa dresses spilled out, giggling.
Harry talked to the driver, then turned to the girls and grinned. “Happy Christmas, Santa ladies.”
“Oooh, come with us, handsome!” replied one of them. “You can unwrap me anytime!”
“He’s with me,” said Ana.
“All right, don’t get your knickers in a twist,” said a second Santa. “If you’re wearing any, that is. Probably not.”
Harry guffawed, but Ana wasn’t amused. She got into the taxi.
He turned to the girls and shrugged. “Sorry, Santas. Another time, maybe.”
He was still grinning when he joined Ana.
“Harry, really,” she said.
“Bah humbug, Ana,” he replied, and took her in his arms.
They kissed all the way to Knightsbridge, Harry’s hand creeping inside the split in Ana’s dress, making its way higher, making her gasp, until she put her own over it. “Stop, Harry,” she whispered, “before I reach the point of no return.”
“Keep the change. Merry Christmas,” Harry said to the driver.
“Cheers, mate. Won’t be as merry as yours, I’m guessing.” He winked. “Bloody gorgeous.”
“Good night, Mr. Rose,” called the night manager as Harry led Ana to the penthouse lift. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening.”
“I have indeed, Ali,” he replied. “And this is Ana. You’ll be seeing a lot of her from now on.”
She was looking around her; he saw the penny dropping. “This isn’t...?”
“No. I haven’t bought this yet,” he said, putting an arm around her waist and guiding her into the lift. “I wanted to make sure you approved first. Let’s call tonight a test drive.”
The doors opened directly into the enormous open-plan living area,a minimalist sea of white, with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out across the city.
“This is incredible,” she said, looking around her.
“I thought it was very you. Drink?”
“Bed?” she replied, throwing her coat on a chair.
“How very wanton of you. But OK, then.”
He led her by the hand into the bedroom, pressing a button to draw the curtains.
“You can unzip me now,” she said, standing close, her breath tickling his cheek.
He turned her around and pushed her hair aside, sweeping it over one shoulder. Her exposed neck was irresistible, and he bent to kiss it. She smelled of vanilla and musk.
Ignoring the zip, his hands slipped around to her front, cupping her breasts, and she moaned softly, tipping her head back.
His breathing quickened and he brought his hands back, taking hold of the zip and slowly lowering it. Her beautiful back was revealed, reminding him of the time when he’d ached to touch it, at the launch party. He’d waited so long.
The dress slithered to the floor, forming a puddle of gold, and now she was standing in her tiny lace panties and high heels. He trailed a finger down her back, and she shivered under his touch.
She turned around and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Too slow,” he said, and pulled it over his head.
