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He reached for my face, running his thumb along my jaw. “Oneminute.”

“You’re one hot cookie, aren’t you? Kept that one quiet.”

“How’s your pussy, dirty girl?”

Fuck, how I loved to watch his mouth move. “Bearing up.”

He was on me in a heartbeat, his weight pinning me down as he rolled his hips against mine. I was still swollen. Tender. Horny. “Look at me, Gemma. I want you to watch me fuck you.”

My eyes locked on his, dark pools of want in the shadows. “This is a one off,” I whispered. “Just a one off.”

“Don’t fucking shut your eyes. I want you to see me, dirty girl, just this once. Just like this.”

I kept my eyes wide open.

***

Chapter Seventeen

Gemma

Curiosity killed the cat, but cats don’t learn. Once the itch started, it wouldn’t let up. Questions upon questions upon questions, all of them waltzing around one central topic. Who is he? Who is my dirty bad stranger?

I was ready to go by the time Steve knocked at the door. Jason had long bolted for work, kissing me goodbye before the day truly broke. His shadowy image danced behind my eyes. It made me smile.

“Come in,” I said. “Morning.”

I heard Steve enter the room. “Jason said to drop you home.” An awkward silence. “I’m sorry about the other night, didn’t mean to weird you out.”

“It’s ok.”

“Guess you got things sorted.”

I could only imagine my crazy hair, the post-fuck glow on my cheeks. “We’re working on it.”

“I’d best get you home.” I heard him take a few steps forward. “Do you, um, are you gonna keep the blindfold on?”

“Do I have to?”

“I dunno.”

A mischievous flare danced up my spine, and I pulled the blindfold off with a smile. “Decision made.”

Steve was short and stocky, but not unattractive. He had a messy mop of dark blonde hair, and a strong, square jaw. His blue eyes were friendly, kind.

“Hope Jason doesn’t freak.”

I shrugged. “Don’t see why he would.”

“Guess not.” He smiled. “I’m Steve, I mean, hello.”

“Hi Steve.” I looked around the room I’d spent the night in. It was nice and airy, tastefully decorated in cream and beige. A woman’s touch, most certainly. “I could help you tidy up?”

He shook his head. “Nah, no bother.”

“I live in Blackfriars, do you know it?”

“You can direct me.”

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