Chapter Thirty-One
Hugh’s fingers were working magic and hers were doing the same to him. He was back to her mouth but as their lips met again, stupid, stupid necessities attempted to beckon and Hugh tried to remember where he’d taken off his jeans, which held his wallet… ‘I’m on the Pill.’ She answered his brief distraction and got back to his mouth, but now she had her own thoughts to contend with as she tried to remember if she’d taken it this lazy morning. Sex, though, was proving a very powerful distraction from bothersome thoughts. Who cared? Not they. ‘Quietly,’ Emily warned. Face on, he slid*** and both were just about coming in relief because it had been a very long twenty-four hours, but as they started to move the bed creaked like a rusty gate. ‘Shh…’ Emily said, but they couldn’t stop the
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