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‘Welcome back.’ Luuk leans in to whisper in my ear, bouquet still in hand.

His voice gives me shivers. ‘It’s great to come back to a celebrity bringing me flowers. Again.’

‘Shh… Someone might call the paparazzi, and I need to ravage that pussy before you get the kids.’

The door has barely closed behind us when I launch towards him. My hands go for the hem of his long-sleeved cream-colour T-shirt that clings perfectly to his chiselled body. Luuk goes for my raincoat, before trapping my face between his palms, his lips going for mine as if he’s been starving.

‘Thank God we aren’t taking things slowly today,’ I pant, unbuckling his belt as if it was my life’s mission, then undoing the button of his jeans.

His teeth bite my earlobe, before trailing the side of my neck. ‘I missed breakfast.’

‘No, you did not! Weren’t you in a hurry afterwards because you’d be late?’

He goes for the other side. ‘But I was left wanting much, much more.’

My fingers pull down the zipper, feeling his hardness, then deliberately going up, just to rub the back of my hand against him. I wedge my hand in his briefs to grab his cock, and Luuk lets out a moan that goes right to my core.

‘You thought that last night would be enough?’ His pelvis bucks.

I free my finger to lower his briefs and free him, starting to lower my head down his chest, my tongue leaving a wet trail. ‘Absolutely not.’ I’m almost on my knees, my face in front of his cock. ‘Just…the wish list is far too long.’

Luuk curses when I lick his crown, circling the base, then licking the precum, before putting it into my mouth. I hum, taking him deeper, feeling the ripples and veins on the impossibly soft skin, and that dizzying scent of arousal on his groin. His hands grab my hair, trying to hold me back as I hollow my cheeks, moving upwards, teeth ever so lightly grazing.

‘Hey… slow down. This is so amazing… I don’t want to finish in three seconds.’

I suck on the head, before letting it go with a pop, turning my eyes on him. ‘I’m sure you can bounce back in no time, young buck.’

The laugh he manages becomes a groan when I take him again, pushing all the way to the back of my throat. ‘Fuck… Oh, yes, sweetheart…’

Now when his hands grab my hair, it’s so that he can fuck my mouth, slowly at first, gradually picking up his pace, until his moves become erratic, his balls tighten and he pauses one moment only.

‘If you want me to pull out…’

I take him in deeper, almost choking on his exquisite cock, before Luuk pulls back once, then pushes hard and groans. Hot spurts of cum go down my throat, his whole body shuddering. When I release him, after I suck the last drops, his arms reach out immediately to wrap me in a hug.

‘Shit, that was…’

‘Yep, it was,’ I agree, and he chuckles.

He nods towards the door next to us. ‘The bedroom wasn’t that far away, you know.’

‘Oh, I know. But this was…dirtier.’

‘Nothing about what we do is dirty, Corrie. But I loved it. Just like I love the idea of…’

He lets his words linger and guides me to the bedroom and lies with me on the bed, only to sit up a moment later. I’m about to ask where he’s going, when he straddles me and reaches for the nightstand. When I turn to look, he’s donning the smuggest of smiles, examining the pink silicon toy, before finding the power button.

‘I hope it’s fully charged,’ he says, right as the toy springs to life with a soft buzz.

He tries the various settings of the bunny. I play it cool as a cucumber when in reality my seductress self has somewhat recoiled. Last night, we mostly felt each other’s bodies in the moonlight. Luuk’s god-like figure has had millions of women—and men, I’m sure—salivating. But here is a body that brought two humans into this world. I think of my stretchmarks as a map of love and life that traced my babies’ journey as they were growing inside me, and I carry them proudly, really. Really, until my always helpful insecurities start preparing a comparison chart of my looks and those of the women Luuk has dated. And it sucks.

Luuk notices how I stiffen. ‘Is everything all right?’

‘Yes…?’

‘Is it the toy? I thought it would be fun to…’

‘You’ve been dating all these women with flawless bodies. Mine… is far from it.’