Page 25 of Tainted Love

‘Ah, well, perhaps now is a good time to talk about the real reason I flew to Dubai.’

I pout playfully.

‘I needed a lawyer.’

‘Right, and you could only find one working in the UAE?’

‘Exactly.’

His tongue parts my lips and I drown in his taste, pulling him to me with my hands around his neck.

‘I’m coming home,’ I whisper.

‘Where you belong, baby. Until we’re grey and old.’

Unwilling to move my mouth from his, I unbutton his shirt and push it back over his shoulders, indulging in the feel of his chest that might even be firmer than it was when I left London. I gently bite his pec.

I release his belt, the button of his blue chinos, the zip, then draw his trousers down to his bare feet and he steps out. I hold his gaze as I pull his boxers to the floor, his solid cock springing against his navel.

When I’ve sated my man and him me, we lie in the bathtub, his legs either side of mine, my back to his chest.

My entire body relaxes as he fills and squeezes a flannel across my chest and rests his cheek against my temple.

‘How did we get things so wrong?’ I ask.

‘No more,’ he says into my hair.

I run my hands up and down his wet thighs as he cleans my skin with warm, bubbly water.

‘We need to talk about Katrina Martin.’

His chest deflates.

‘She flew out to Dubai, Gregory.’

‘She’s just got a bee in her hat.’

Despite my want to be serious, I look to the heavens and tell him, ‘Bonnet. She’s got a bee in her bonnet.’

He chuckles.

‘I’m serious. She came here to find out what I know about the bribes. She’s not going to back off easily.’

‘There’s no trail. Even if there were, she’ll be looking for a bribe around a murder charge.’

‘She won’t find one.’

He continues methodically bathing my skin. ‘No. She won’t.’

‘How can you be so sure?’

‘Look at me.’

I turn in the water to face him.

‘She won’t.’

I shouldn’t have looked into those irresistible eyes.My body moves before my mind has time to think. My hands lock into his wet hair and I attack his mouth. He willingly accepts, his hands moving to my arse, pulling me against his pelvis. He starts to grow beneath me. Then he’s lifting us out of the bath, carrying me to his bedroom without stopping to dry.