“No. Robin will be there.” “My house?” “Returning to the scene of the crime. Yes please.” “It’s five minutes away.” “Drive fast.” He didn’t break the speed limit, he had seen far too many times what bad driving did to people, but he cut as many corners as he could. The look in her eyes told him she wanted him, and he struggled to concentrate on anything but the thought of taking her clothes off as soon as they got inside his house. They didn’t speak about the visit to his sister’s house, they both realised it would break the spell of lust between them, and right now it was lust. Luckily he parked right outside his house, and was out of the cab and going around to help Max out before the engine had finished ticking. To her credit she was already half out, and they ran like a couple of school kids into the private sanctuary of his house. This time they did make it past his hallway, but only as far as the large sofa in the middle of his living room. Tumbling onto it they kissed, fumbling fingers working at each other’s clothes.
