Inside the front door they lunged at each other, undoing buttons and zips and leaving a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of hot breath and naked limbs. As Reuben kissed the soft, sweet meat of Carlene’s thighs, he closed his eyes and they became Lucy’s – pale and firm, yet malleable, like vanilla ice-cream. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the creamy curve of Lucy’s shoulder, the perfect shape of her breasts, the plateau of her stomach dipping into the neat thatch of silky auburn hair.
Afterwards Carlene murmured, ‘Wow, Rubie, you were on fire tonight.’
He ran his fingers through her hair. ‘I told you it was the best part about arguing. I think we should have another one very soon.’
She giggled and nuzzled into him. Reuben’s ins
