SILK WICKEDNESS 12

And to rip that lot up, no doubt. Claudia’s impression of two brick walls had perhaps been understating the situation. Reinforced concrete might be nearer the mark.

He, at any rate, would make a very passable concrete wall. No physical defects had been revealed with the shedding of his clothes - no incipient gut or skinny, hairless legs, both of which would have made her go off him instantly.

With Anoushka’s words barely cold in her ears, she almost wished she could go off him instantly. ‘Whenever he’s got a rampant thing about somebody . . .*

Still, a good erotic fantasy passed the time nicely, especially when you were sitting in the sun with the object of your fantasies within crackling distance.

He was wearing a pair of navy shorts-type trunks, not the skimpy, male-knicker type she particularly hated. Firm, interlocking muscles moved under his skin like a mobile jigsaw. There was enough dark brown hair on his chest and legs to indicate abundant male hormones without making him a go