Kitty French

“Some time just after one and somewhere in between awake and asleep, Sophie moved beneath him again. Tangled limbs. Entwined fingers. Damp cheeks. Bruised hearts.”

“Sex is natural.” He trailed one finger down the valley between her breasts to her navel, making her stomach muscles jitter in response. “And fucking beautiful.” His clear blue eyes held hers. “Now, forget everything else,” he said, “And Get. On. That. Bed.”

“You deserve better. You deserve to be adored, and you deserved to be fucked until you can’t stand up.”

“He’s a fucking fool”Sophie shrugged and looked out of the window. “Maybe. He’s avoided having sex with me for more than six months now.”“I’ll say it again. He’s a fucking fool.”“Yes.”…“Would it help if we fucked?”