It was hard to think about anything with Macnair's lips on him. Another reason, he thought with some chagrin, why it had been so important to hammer out the details over letters. Not that they'd really gotten through all of the details yet, either. They probably ought to set some sort of schedule for overnight visits, so that they weren't tempted to do it too often and look conspicuous to either Ford's family or Macnair's wife — but all of that could wait, because Macnair's hips were on his and they were finally in the bedroom.
"Better not be," he agreed with a laugh. "I want all of you tonight." Before you pretend to love someone else tomorrow. The hand Ford had placed on Macnair's chest trailed down to his trousers, where he started removing Macnair's belt. Macnair might have been cautious of rushing, but Ford thought they'd waited long enough — over a month, all told. He was ready to have bare skin beneath his hands instead of fabric.
"Better not be," he agreed with a laugh. "I want all of you tonight." Before you pretend to love someone else tomorrow. The hand Ford had placed on Macnair's chest trailed down to his trousers, where he started removing Macnair's belt. Macnair might have been cautious of rushing, but Ford thought they'd waited long enough — over a month, all told. He was ready to have bare skin beneath his hands instead of fabric.
Set by Lady!