Page 27 of Secret Paths

“You invited my dick over to a prepared bedroom.”

Her eyes narrow. “Would you like to go home?”

“Absolutely not.”

I take the wine from her before she can weaponise it and put it on the chest of drawers.

Then I kiss her again.

Her hands find the buttons of my shirt. Quick and efficient, because of course Mandy does not fumble. Within seconds, she has it open and is pushing it from my shoulders.

Her palms flatten against my chest.

The way she looks at me sends considerably more blood south.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

“That was not a nothing look.”

“I’m assessing.”

“Of course you are.”

Her mouth twitches.

I pull her green top over her head. Underneath is a plain black bra, simple and practical and somehow much sexier than anything designed to be sexy.

I reach behind her and undo it.

One-handed.

Still got it.

Mandy notices.

“Pleased with yourself?”

“A little.”

“Try not to peak too early.”

Before I can answer, she kisses me again.

Then her palm lands in the centre of my chest and she pushes.

My back hits the wall.

“Mandy.”

“Yes?”

“That felt hostile.”

“You’ll survive.”

She rises onto her toes, both hands in my hair, and pulls me down.