He smiled at me and swept me into his arms. I tucked the quilt over us and snuggled into him, the warmth of his skin soothing to me as we entwined our legs and drape our arms around each other.
“Where’s Angus?” he said against my forehead.
“Out getting pussy. No pun intended,” I added when his body shook.
“Good lad.” He tightened his hold on me, and I smiled.
“You wouldn’t believe you had me against the shower wall not so long ago.”
Ivan laughed softly. “It’s what I’m here for, baby girl. I’ll fuck you hard and love you gently. That’s all that matters.”
Too true. I curled into him, savoring the feel of his skin against mine. His breath fluttering across the top of my head.
“Love you, dirty Brit boy.”
“Love you, sassy American bitch.”<