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Open your curtains for a moment.

Across the way, Iona appears and smiles at me. I lean close to my window and blow hot air at it, steaming it up, then I draw a heart. It’s a small gesture, but I hope she gets the message.

Iona draws one too then glances down and taps at her phone.

You’re so sweet, Lewis. xx

But . . .

Back to our sex plan. We’ll make a start on the spreadsheet tomorrow. For tonight, please put your kilt on (and nothing else) and get into your bed. I’ll be over in a few minutes. x

CHAPTER THIRTY

IONA

The days have shortened and the nights lengthened, and the first hints of snow now dust the hilltops around our quiet town. Helpfully, Lewis knows exactly how to ignite a fire deep within me, chasing away the Highland chill.

Most of my things remain in Maw’s house, and I nip back there all the time, but I haven’t slept in my own bed for close to a month. Lewis and I have been hard at it, working our way through the sex spreadsheet. We’ve made a lot of progress, but there’s still a way to go. The problem is, he’s very imaginative when it comes to these things, and I’ve read a lot of romance books. As a result, there’s a seemingly endless list of things we’re keen to explore.

“Are you ready?” he says to me now.

I nod, my back to the wall. “Aye. I would ask if you are, but I don’t think I need to.” With a giggle, I glance down at his dick, which is rock hard and raring to go.

Recently I’ve grown accustomed to catching only tantalising glimpses of Lewis under his kilt, something I find incredibly hot. It’s an interesting subversion of our dynamic that night on our Edinburgh trip. Now I’m the one who’s typically completely naked, while his most private parts are often just out of sight.

Tonight, though, we’re both as nature intended, and every inch of his formidable erection is on display for me to admire. For the position we’re about to try, we agreed his kilt would only get in the way.

“I’m really looking forward to this one,” Lewis says, bending to lift me, his eyes ablaze with anticipation, his muscles taut with excitement.

“Stop!” I blurt out.

He does, standing up straight again and raising an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to support me? Because imagine you tire midway through, drop me, and . . . well, you know . . . that snaps.” I point down, and Lewis’s gaze follows my finger. “I love it, and I’d really hate for something to happen to it.”

He shudders, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he processes what I just said. “Thanks for that thought,” he manages finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m pretty attached to my cock too. But you don’t have to worry—I can carry you, no problem.”

“Okay. I suppose, if there is a disaster, we at least have plenty of photos to remember it by.”

He blows out a puff of air. “Jesus, Iona! Could you please cut this chat out? You’re giving me the chills, and you’re worrying over nothing.”

I nod but wordlessly take some moments to study his penis, etching every detail into memory, just in case. It helps that he doesn’t have to cover it with a condom nowadays. When we were younger, I hadn’t yet had the coil fitted, so we always used them. It’s been incredible these past weeks to explore our sexual fantasies without any barrier between our bodies.

“Oi, I know what you’re doing!” Lewis says. “You don’t have to take a mental snapshot of it. It’ll be fine.”

I glance up and bite my lip guiltily. “Sorry!”

“Relax. The only thing happening to my cock tonight is that it’s going to be snug and deep inside you, driving us both wild.” A devilish grin lights up his face.

Heat blooms between my thighs at his words, and I nod. “Aye. Okay, let’s do this. I’m ready.”

My back still to the wall, I clasp my hands behind his neck. He takes a moment to trace the outline of my lips with his thumb, then he gives me a cheeky wink, bends, and—gripping me where my thighs meet my arse—scoops me up. Held aloft by him, I wrap my legs firmly around his waist.

Lewis positions me so that his tip nudges my entrance, then he fixes his gaze on me and wiggles his eyebrows in a silly way that makes me chuckle. Slowly he lowers me onto him, guiding my descent with tender care, and my laugh becomes a gasp as he fills me, inch by inch. There’s a delicious pressure as my inner walls accommodate him, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. I cling tighter around his neck, my breath hitching.

He watches me with fascination and is careful to ensure I take in all of him until there’s no space left unclaimed between us.

“Mmm, your pussy always grips me just right. Does it feel good for you?”