“Hey. It’s just a question,” he explained. “I’m not proposing.”
Her face relaxed a fraction, but he still saw plenty of suspicion there.
“I think about it in a general way sometimes.” He rocked himself consolingly against her clit. “Purely theoretical at this point. I only wondered if you did as well.”
“Fucking hell, Malcolm.” Lin’s hands swept the panic off her face. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I’m sorry.” With a small laugh he kissed some of the tension from her neck. “So do you?”
“God, no.” Her face contorted like she’d been offered a cake made out of questionable dirt. “What’s up with you?” She pushed against his shoulders, leaning back to get a better look into his eyes. This time at least her hips pivoted forward and she wrapped her legs tight around his back. “First you leave the service, and now you want to blow your life on coupling. You’re losing it, my friend. You’re getting soft.”
He pulled her closer, demonstrating that he wasn’t soft and hadn’t lost it. Soon the two of them were back to fucking—a lazy exploration of the postures that brought Lin into her optimal orgasmic mode.
As pleasure gathered, Malcolm’s thoughts drifted back to his model couple in their secret fort—Solange and Amin Clay. He saw their image not as cause for envy but as a source. A source of inspiration and a beacon. A light he knew would shine throughout whatever happened next.
Loose Id Titles by Iris Astres
The Body House
Iris Astres
A native Californian, Iris managed to misspend most of her youth in Paris, France, where she learned to parlez-vous with the best of them. Now she leads a bilingual, bi-coastal and frequently bi-continental life saying yes to desire whenever she can.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Loose Id Titles by Iris Astres
Iris Astres