Page 74 of Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye

“I know, but this London experience is one we’ll both never forget!” She grinned, her thumb stroking up and down his hard length with intent.

Oh! God! She’s killing me.

“But we can’t get caught.” Keeping still, Leia’s eyes darted down the bridge’s walkway. “A mug shot wouldn’t be a good look.”

Tarquin smirked. “Well, you’ve already got the first rule of public sex down pat—no sudden movements.”

“Hey, my back still aches from last night. I won’t be making any sudden movements!”

“Good. If we’re quiet, we’ll just look like a couple kissing on the security cameras.” She might be gung-ho, but… uh, what about condoms? Might be a dealbreaker. “There’s just one problem—protection. I don’t have any on me. I know you’re on birth control, but…”

“Just this once will be fine,” she answered quickly, biting back her smile. “Come on, let’s do it.” She growled. “I’m so horny I could scream. But don’t worry—I won’t!”

I can’t believe this! “Just let me…” Tarquin wrapped his arms around her, concealing Leia’s body beneath his long coat. “You’ll have to do most of the work so I can keep what we’re up to hidden.” He hugged her tightly, his erection poking hard into her stomach.

“This is so naughty!” She giggled, locking her free arm around his waist. “Okay, so I guess I’ll lean back against the bridge and then free you from your pants…”

Tarquin ducked his head to meet her eyes. “But are you wet enough for…? I wish I could feel you.”

“You will in a sec.” Leia fumbled underneath their coats. “Sorry!” She snickered. “This is tough one-handed.” She twisted her lips like she was figuring out a difficult math problem. “I’m just moving my panties aside…”

Kill. Me. Now! “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Tarquin felt his zipper tug downward. She is such a firecracker. I love it! “Leia, just so you know, I don’t think I’ll last lon—”

Leia claimed his lips and kissed him slowly and deeply, her right leg hooking around his right knee as she freed him from his underwear.

I’ll never forget this. Savoring her mouth, Tarquin closed his eyes, feeling her wetness, her hand guiding him inside. Oh, sweet lord! Pushing into her tightness, hot and slick, Tarquin moaned into their kiss. He rocked slowly with her, feeling her determined finger slip between them.

He snuck a peek down the bridge. Fuck! He abruptly left her lips. “Leia,” he whispered, nuzzling into her hair, “coppers on the approach…”

• • •

“You came in, what, three minutes?” Wearing nothing but his boxer briefs and the scent of sex, Tarquin placed his Rolex on his nightstand. “You sure you’re not having me on? Because that didn’t feel like your first time in public.”

“In my head, it wasn’t.” Leia popped the front clasp on her black satin bra and shrugged it off her shoulders, dropping it on a chair where her dress lay, neatly folded. “I’ve fantasized about it a lot!” She crossed Tarquin’s bedroom. “With you.”

Bring those flirty black panties and that gorgeous ass back here. His thoughts of sliding the delicate satin down her hips and taking her from behind blazed a torrent of heat in his boxers. “You didn’t even flinch when that cop car zoomed past.” He strolled back to his en suite and dropped a pinky-white bath bomb into the water rising in his soaker tub. It spun and fizzed, releasing swirls of rosy bubbles. “Or when those tourists stood nearby. They were posting on Instagram like mad.”

“Well, you did say not to make sudden movements.” Leia unwound her bun, letting her blonde waves tumble over her naked shoulders. She combed it quickly with her fingers and opened his bedroom door.

“Where you going?” He walked back into the room, adjusting himself. “Can’t be far, dressed like that.”

She peered down the hall. “I thought I heard a scratch. Mrs. Chuzzlewit…”

“Ah, I knew she’d wrap you around her little paw. She’s probably up in the gallery, attacking her stuffed mousie.”

“Mousie?” Leia giggled. “Or enjoying some private time”—she gave him a playful smirk—“away from her fans. I saw her Instagram.”

Yeah. Cheers for that, Simon. Fucker.

“Oh, Tarquin—”

“I know! It’s daft.”

“NO! It’s fantastic! And hilariously cute.” She stepped over her discarded flats and climbed onto his bed. “The fact that you love her so much says a lot about you, Han Solo.”

“So, you’ll still shag the catstagrammer, then?” His eyes trailed down to her breasts and back up again.

“Like you have to ask! I’m half-naked, waiting to straddle you in that oversized tub.”