nodded. ‘As I said, I want to kiss you under the mistletoe.’
‘I am so turned on.’ She stated the obvious because he could feel every breath that blew from her lips, he could see her pulse galloping in her neck as well as the arousal in her eyes.
‘Good.’
‘We need to leave,’ Louise said.
‘I’m going to go and speak to Brenda and then leave, and you’re going to hang around for a little while and then we meet at my car.’
‘I live a two-minute walk from here,’ Louise said.
‘Okay …’
She loved his slow smile as she gave him her address. ‘I’ll slip the key into your coat pocket,’ Louise said. ‘You can go and put the kettle on.’
‘I shall.’
‘Please don’t,’ Louise said. ‘I meant—’
‘Oh, I get what you meant.’
Anton said his goodbyes and chatted with Brenda for an aching ten minutes, though on the periphery of his vision he could see Louise near the coats but then off she went, back to the dance floor.
Anton headed out into the night and found her home very easily. Louise had left the heating on. She loathed coming home to a cold house and a furnace of heat hitAnton as he opened the door as well as the dazzle of decorations, which were about as subtle as Louise.
And as for the bedroom!
Anton couldn’t help but smile as he stepped inside Madame Louise’s chamber. He looked at the crushed velvet bed that matched the crushed velvet chair by the dressing table and he looked at the array of bottles and make-up on it.
Anton undressed and got into her lovely bed. He had never met someone so unabashed and he liked that about her, liked that she was who she was.
Louise had never been more in demand than in the ten minutes at the end of the party. Everyone,
everyone
wanted her to stop for a chat, and just as she finally got her coat on and was leaving, Brenda suggested they drop over to Louise’s as some work dos often ended up there.
‘I can’t tonight,’ Louise said. ‘Mum’s over.’
‘Your mum?’
‘I think she and Dad had a row,’ Louise lied, but she had to, as her mind danced with a sudden vision of a naked Anton in the hallway greeting half of the maternity staff. ‘It’s a bit of a sensitive point.’
Louise texted him as she walked out.
I just told the biggest lie
Should I be worried that there is a crib in your bedroom? Anton texted back.
She laughed because she had already told him it was for Emily’s baby and it was wrapped in Cellophane too, so she continued the tease.
Aren’t we making a baby tonight? Louise fired back.Get here!!!
She waved as a car carrying her friends tooted, trying not to run on shaky, want-filled legs, and almost breaking her ankle as she walked far too fast for her stilettoes.
She could barely get the key in the door, just so delighted by the turn of events—that they were going to put other things on hold and simply enjoy. Her coat dropped to the floor as she stepped into the bedroom and there he was, naked in her bed and a Christmas wish came true.
‘Who’s been sleeping in my bed?’ Louise smiled.
‘No sleeping tonight,’ Anton said. ‘Come here.’
Louise was not shy; she went straight over, kneeling on her bed and kissing him without restraint.
It was urgent.
Anton was at the tie of her dress as their mouths bruised each other’s. He tried to peel it off over arms that were bent because she was holding his head, tonguing him, wanting him, but there was something she first had to do.
‘I have to take my make-up off.’
‘I’ll lick it off.’
‘Seriously.’ She could hardly breathe, she was somehow straddling him, her dress gaped open and it would be so much easier not to reach for the cold cream. ‘It’s not vanity, it’s work ethic—I’ll look like a pizza for my photo shoot otherwise …’
She climbed off the bed and shed her dress and Anton got the full effect of her stunning underwear, and as beautiful as the pictures had been he far preferred the un-airbrushed
‘I am so turned on.’ She stated the obvious because he could feel every breath that blew from her lips, he could see her pulse galloping in her neck as well as the arousal in her eyes.
‘Good.’
‘We need to leave,’ Louise said.
‘I’m going to go and speak to Brenda and then leave, and you’re going to hang around for a little while and then we meet at my car.’
‘I live a two-minute walk from here,’ Louise said.
‘Okay …’
She loved his slow smile as she gave him her address. ‘I’ll slip the key into your coat pocket,’ Louise said. ‘You can go and put the kettle on.’
‘I shall.’
‘Please don’t,’ Louise said. ‘I meant—’
‘Oh, I get what you meant.’
Anton said his goodbyes and chatted with Brenda for an aching ten minutes, though on the periphery of his vision he could see Louise near the coats but then off she went, back to the dance floor.
Anton headed out into the night and found her home very easily. Louise had left the heating on. She loathed coming home to a cold house and a furnace of heat hitAnton as he opened the door as well as the dazzle of decorations, which were about as subtle as Louise.
And as for the bedroom!
Anton couldn’t help but smile as he stepped inside Madame Louise’s chamber. He looked at the crushed velvet bed that matched the crushed velvet chair by the dressing table and he looked at the array of bottles and make-up on it.
Anton undressed and got into her lovely bed. He had never met someone so unabashed and he liked that about her, liked that she was who she was.
Louise had never been more in demand than in the ten minutes at the end of the party. Everyone,
everyone
wanted her to stop for a chat, and just as she finally got her coat on and was leaving, Brenda suggested they drop over to Louise’s as some work dos often ended up there.
‘I can’t tonight,’ Louise said. ‘Mum’s over.’
‘Your mum?’
‘I think she and Dad had a row,’ Louise lied, but she had to, as her mind danced with a sudden vision of a naked Anton in the hallway greeting half of the maternity staff. ‘It’s a bit of a sensitive point.’
Louise texted him as she walked out.
I just told the biggest lie
Should I be worried that there is a crib in your bedroom? Anton texted back.
She laughed because she had already told him it was for Emily’s baby and it was wrapped in Cellophane too, so she continued the tease.
Aren’t we making a baby tonight? Louise fired back.Get here!!!
She waved as a car carrying her friends tooted, trying not to run on shaky, want-filled legs, and almost breaking her ankle as she walked far too fast for her stilettoes.
She could barely get the key in the door, just so delighted by the turn of events—that they were going to put other things on hold and simply enjoy. Her coat dropped to the floor as she stepped into the bedroom and there he was, naked in her bed and a Christmas wish came true.
‘Who’s been sleeping in my bed?’ Louise smiled.
‘No sleeping tonight,’ Anton said. ‘Come here.’
Louise was not shy; she went straight over, kneeling on her bed and kissing him without restraint.
It was urgent.
Anton was at the tie of her dress as their mouths bruised each other’s. He tried to peel it off over arms that were bent because she was holding his head, tonguing him, wanting him, but there was something she first had to do.
‘I have to take my make-up off.’
‘I’ll lick it off.’
‘Seriously.’ She could hardly breathe, she was somehow straddling him, her dress gaped open and it would be so much easier not to reach for the cold cream. ‘It’s not vanity, it’s work ethic—I’ll look like a pizza for my photo shoot otherwise …’
She climbed off the bed and shed her dress and Anton got the full effect of her stunning underwear, and as beautiful as the pictures had been he far preferred the un-airbrushed
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