Page 32 of Secret Paths

Her gaze travels down my body.

“Get up here.”

“That sounded suspiciously like an order.”

“You can stay down there if you prefer.”

I am on the bed before she finishes the sentence.

She reaches for me, but I catch her hand and kiss her knuckles.

“Turn over.”

Her eyebrows rise.

“Now who’s bossy?”

“I’m conducting the second half of the assessment.”

“That is not how assessments work.”

“You should have issued written guidance.”

Mandy laughs as she rolls onto her stomach.

There it is.

That laugh.

The one that always makes me want to make her do it again.

I grab the condom from my wallet and put it on while she moves onto her hands and knees in front of me.

Then I look at her.

And briefly forget every joke I have ever known.

She glances back over her shoulder.

“Have you forgotten what happens next?”

“Temporarily.”

“Poor Peter.”

I run my palm down her back and over the curve of her arse.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“I enjoy being right.”

“About what?”

“That you talk a better game than you play.”

I grip her hips and pull her back towards me.

“Careful,” she says.