Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Another Naughty Week ahead for us, only this time it’s in the heart of London, in the chill of frosty mornings rather than the sunny glow of Cannes.
Something tells me from the joy in Heath’s eyes between kisses that we’re both going to be very welcome guests. He sighs and holds us tight, and whispers a thank you that melts my heart.
And wow. What a Christmas night we have with the third person in our sacred trio.
Traditional in the best kind of eccentric way.
We eat mince pies, and watch The Nightmare Before Christmas, even though we’ve all seen it a million times before. We play a game of Scrabble, with bonus points for swear words, and get pissed on red wine.
We hug and we kiss, and we enjoy our weird gothic festivities like a weird little gothic family, and then, just as Heath wanted to, we christen the base of his Christmas tree.
All fucking night long.
Seriously, all fucking night.
My pussy is aching, and my ass is burning, and my mind is blasted by the pounding my two gorgeous idols give each other. Two sets of barbells get very, very dirty. Two sets of balls get emptied to fuck. And three horny people are satiated beyond belief under the twinkling fairy lights.
We’re still awake on Boxing Day morning, fuzzy headed but buzzing. Josh has brought our suitcase in from the car, and we’re all robed in our fluffy dressing gowns as Heath gets some toast on for breakfast.
It’s like a home from home. That’s how I feel about it.
Heath’s manor is a home from home.
And I intend to put that across to him.
I’m still drunk as I eat some more chocolates before the toaster pops, and I’m drunk enough to blurt the inevitable out – obeying the call of my heart and not my brain.
“I told The Agency,” I say to Heath. “And I’m sorry I blurted and all that, because it wasn’t my place, and it was reckless and stupid and could have cost me my job. And Josh’s. But it was worth it, because I needed to know.”
“Needed to know what?” Heath asks as he butters our toast.
I take a breath.
“I needed to know we had options, for if things get serious with a client, and feelings get involved and we don’t want to be entertainers with them anymore.”
“And what was the answer?” my iconic lover asks. “What did The Agency have to say about it? Did they give you a slap on the wrist and tell you to forget it?”
I shake my head.
“Nope. They didn’t.”
Heath’s eyebrows raise. His blue eyes pierce mine. And I see Josh at the side of him, unable to hold back a smile.
I keep talking.
“They said it was up to us and our clients to work that out, just so long as we weren’t charging them for it.”
“So, I get your services for free?” Heath laughs. “What a bonus. Not that I wouldn’t be booking up your calendars as frequently as possible regardless.”
Josh clears his throat, and his expression turns serious. He grips Heath’s shoulder, and my heart thumps.
It’s the way he’s looking at him. The way his eyes lock on Heath’s and stay there, no walls left at all.
“That’s if you’re still a client, of course,” Josh says.
Heath stops buttering toast. He looks at Josh right back.
“Is that an option? To cancel my account and still see you? I figured that was out of the question. Exclusivity and all that jazz.”
“So did I,” Josh says, then turns his gaze to me. “Until Ella found the balls to dig deeper, and get to the truth.”
I could cry happy tears as both men look at me. Not angry but happy. Really fucking happy.
I’ve done them proud. Just like I’ve done myself proud.
My flutters turn to electric shivers as the truth finally hits me with full force.
“You don’t have to be a client anymore. You could see us anyway,” I tell him. “I got told so, I swear. As long as The Agency remains confidential, and you never want to rejoin, you’re free to go, and we’re free to see you, whenever the hell we want.”
Heath drops his ass on a breakfast stool and shakes his head, the disbelief emanating from his magnificent body.
“Well, who’d have ever thought it,” he says. “The Agency have the strictest policies I’ve ever known. And I’d never have risked them, not for a moment. Not unless I knew it was safe.”
“It is safe,” Josh tells him. “Thanks to our sweet curva, we know it.”
“What a gift,” Heath says. “Thank you, Ella.”
I start in shock as he races through to the living room, reappearing with his phone in his hand. He’s like a sprinter going for the finish line, breathing deep when he braces at the kitchen island and angles the phone so we can both see the screen.