I’m Bill Wilson.”“Emily Thornton. You own one of the much-sought-after corner condos.”“Yeah, I guess I do. I had the foresight to buy it bef...ore construction.”“You’re lucky then. None of the corner condos are ever for sale.”“I suppose not.”We had arrived at her place; she'd opened the door, and I followed her in. As I looked around, there were boxes everywhere and items of furniture mislocated. “Please forgive the mess. I can’t do much unpacking while working full-time.”“Don’t worry about it. I. "Kev, did you tell them you'd booked a room here?" Yeah, people were talking about how difficult it was getting home after the party, I just said I'd got a room. Carlton said so had he – the penthouse suite." Well, she went to the loo, and when she came out, Carlton was waiting for her. According to Ebdon they've gone up to his suite." So? What's new?" I said despondently. "I should have known it was too good to be true. Par for the course." Kevin, I saw the way she was with you tonight.. I smile as you fumble with the buttons on my shirt. Under the understated navy blue button down shirt I am wearing a soft pink lace bra. You don’t know it yet, but the matching panties lie under my jeans. I shiver with pleasure as you stroke your fingertips down my ribcage and tuck them gently into my waistband, pulling me to you. I reach out and stroke my hands up your soft back. I revel in the tingling that darts through my palms just from the pleasure of touching you. I feel your hands move. Keep it for later," he grinned.Serena nodded understandingly and then got the giggles. "Is that a promise?"Mark smacked her bottom under the sheet. "Forward wench!" He kissed her lips softly again and they held each other firmly but gently for a long time without a word being said.Finally Serena stirred. "Mark," she whispered. "Could I stroke your back with my hair like we used to?" Mmm," murmured Mark taking off his pyjama jacket, "I'd love you to."Serena gave a little purr of happiness, threw.