Chapter 26

He gives my private parts a rub through cotton and says, “We have an hour to spare. Let’s go upstairs and mess around.”

“Puzzling is my favorite gig,” I tell him, and follow him through the house, up to the second floor.

Our coffees are forgotten.

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Clothes are removed and dropped to the bedroom floor. Huffs and puffs fill the room. Fingers drag over naked chests. Pecs are gently clawed. We become romantic, performing an erotic dance with me on the bed, and we practice slow but urgent rugby moves together.