‘Four, then.’ She lowered herself, inch by tantalising inch on to him, purring with pleasure, her eyes half-closed, the sunlight outlining her body.
‘Now that,’ Cal said, reaching for his wife, ‘is something we can put our minds to immediately, my love. Not that we need an excuse.’
‘Yes, my love,’ she agreed, falling forwards on to his chest. ‘Oh, yes.’
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