She worked her thigh and bum muscles hard, bearing down on Vincent while he made helpless, fluttery noises that touched her heart. Outside this bedroom, he had a reputation for arrogance and vanity. How completely that had disappeared with his flashy clothes. His perfect hair was disarranged, his shrewd eyes wide and wild. His spray-tanned skin gleamed with sweat. He was working now, working hard. Flash! Flash! Flash! The camera went into overdrive then suddenly, the clicking stopped, and the mattress creaked and Laurie felt hands on her shoulders. “I want to join in,” Mark muttered. “Can’t just watch anymore.” “Take my arse,” panted Laurie. “Go on. Quick, before Vincent comes.” “Would that be…?” “Just do it!” She heard the desperate clatter of her husband’s search for lubricant in that open drawer, but she had no time to think any more about it.
