CHAPTER 11
The radio alarm blared into the morning silence. Reuben reached out and fumbled for the ‘off’ switch. What day was it? Saturday. Thank God. He’d forgotten to switch the alarm off last night.
‘Are you going for your jog?’ Carlene mumbled into his shoulder.
‘No, I’m giving myself the weekend off.’
‘Good.’
She pressed her warm body into his back, slipped her arm under his and began to circle her fingers in his chest hair. ‘So what are your plans for this morning?’
‘I don’t have any.’ Her fingers moved down to his belly with feather-light strokes. ‘But I do now.’
He turned over onto his back, pulled her down to him and they kissed – a slow, lazy kiss, that got his nerve endings pinging and his c**k springing to attention.
‘I thought,’ Carlene murmured when they came up for a
