‘Catch me if you can!’ Lame, I know! I turned and dashed behind the sofa on which Kyla and Madison had been sitting. It was furthest away from where Maggie had been sat.

‘Oh I will Spencer, I will.’ she promised in a husky tone that made my breath catch in my chest and my heart quicken.

Shit! What have I started?

As she stalked towards me across the dimly lit room I began to panic. I wasn’t sure how to react now that the humour had left the situation. She continued padding towards me over the soft carpet. Her feet sinking into the deep pile as she advanced with purpose. I wasn’t sure what the purpose was but she definitely had some!

As she rounded the other end of the sofa that I was standing behind I began to back up. I was stopped suddenly as the back of my knees hit soft leather. Seeing me trapped she speeded up until she was facing me. It reminded me of our earlier encounter, except this time she was very much in charge.

She pushed gently on my shoulders and my body gave up the last remnants of control as my legs collapsed and I fell back onto the sofa behind me. What can only be described as a wicked grin appeared on her beautiful face.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and proceeded to straddle me. She gazed into my eyes, raising her hands to my face and softly pushed my hair back behind my ears.

‘You are so beautiful. I can’t stop thinking about you’ she marvelled. I was a bit taken aback by this. I had assumed her advances were those of conquest not care and appreciation.

Still stunned by this thought I was overwhelmed when I felt soft lips meet with my own. I inhaled sharply. She held herself still, lips resting lightly against mine. I couldn’t help but part them as she raised her hands again and cupped my face, only then did she increase the pressure of the kiss. As she ran the tip of her tongue between my lips I exhaled slowly, and opened my mouth in response. I wanted to taste her and feel her tongue inside me. We made out with increasing passion. Tongues duelling, chests raising and falling, hands tangling in hair.