For the life of her, she didn’t have one. There was nothing she could think of to say. Instead, she walked to the door. “Shall we?” Gray pondered. “Oh, we shall. Never fear. But for now, let’s head to your home.” Jules choked on a splutter. “Do you know, Jules, although this sexually charged repartee is enjoyable, the hard-on I have to suffer—and suffer is the word—bloody well is not. I hope you’re feeling as horny and frustrated as I am. I want nothing more than to strip you, hold you down and fuck the living daylights out of you. Then tan your arse until it’s as red as your hair. So now you know.” His voice was hoarse. “Ah. Okay. Um. Oh, good. Thank you, I think.” “Take it from me, once I sort this whole sodding mess out, find out about my is-she-or-isn’t-she wife—who I hasten to add is responsible for all the negatives in my life at the moment—I won’t let you from under me for a week.” He stopped, and she watched, fascinated as a wolfish grin spread over his face.
