Iris had just plumped up the cushions on the sofa in one of the crash rooms and she was now desperately trying to find something else to do to keep her mind off Viking. Every time she thought about him, a throbbing ache started between her legs, she got breathless and vacant, she had to fight down the urge to just dash across the parking lot to the tattoo parlour and attack him where he stood. For the first time in her life, she understood what amazing s*x did to you: it made you want it more and more. It made you addicted to it, and to the person who gave it to you.
Not that she and Viking had actually had full s*x – for the past two nights they’d done everything else under the sun – but that was going to change as of tonight. Tonight, she was going to let him into her body fully, and sh
