Chapter 18
“Telly, James?”
We had finished dinner, and it was too early to suggest bed. After all, I didn’t want my lover to think I was a greedy beast when it came to having him, although in all truth, he had a marvellous arse, and I found it very difficult to keep my hands to myself.
However, he always sat with me on the sofa, stroking the thigh that was bared by the length of trouser that had been removed, close enough that he would slip his fingers beneath the material in search of quickly aroused flesh and tease it to almost painful hardness.
And I would lie back and let him, running my fingertips over the back of his hand, his wrist, his forearm, and breathe in his aftershave.
“I believe Coronation Street should be coming on shortly.” I gave him an innocent smile.
“You’re as ba
