Chapter 92

“Alasdair Barraclough…”

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” Ali whispered.

The barista was staring; a couple in the corner were bloody filming them on their smartphones!

“Will you do me,” Yazid pressed on, “the honour of—coming back to our hotel room for filthy, dirty, sinful sex with me in a stranger’s bed?”

The anxiety burst, and Ali laughed, shoving Yazid hard in the shoulder. “Twat!” He laughed again giddily and seized that face in both hands to kiss the mouth fiercely. “Lead on,” he whispered against grinning lips. “And it better be the messiest sex of my life for that, you bastard.”

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“Messy enough for you?”