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James Clarke
CTO, Trial Run Software Group.
Flawless instinct all over again.
To: James Clarke
Subject: Re: Professionalism.
Do you mean ‘sorry’?
Lydia
Lydia Marsh
Senior Project Co-ordinator, Trial Run Software Group.
I waited.
From: James Clarke
Subject: Re: re: Professionalism
Yes. I meansorry.
Nothing like making someone work for it. I’ll remember this should the boot ever be on the other foot.
James Clarke
CTO, Trial Run Software Group.
His awkwardness made me smile. Maybe James Clarke was human after all.
To: James Clarke
Subject: Re: re: re: Professionalism.
Apology accepted.
Lydia
Lydia Marsh
Senior Project Co-ordinator, Trial Run Software Group.
I didn’t hear from him again, and the day was much worse for it.
I guess a girl can always make room for two crushes in her life.
Masque or James, James or Masque. I found myself hoping I’d never have to choose, but then scrapped the silly thought pretty damned quickly.
I breathed in the scent of Rebecca on my fingers. Just what the hell was happening to little old Lydia Marsh?
***
My heels scuffed against the leather sofa, struggling for grip as I bucked up against Rebecca’s mouth. Her fingers were still inside me, her lips still tight around my clit as I tumbled over the edge of orgasm. A proper orgasm, not like the ones I’d faked with Stu after every half-arsed effort he’d ever made. It felt so good. Bex kissed my stomach on her way back up, lingering long enough to flick at a nipple. I struggled to catch my breath, mouth still open as she assaulted me with her tongue. I could taste myself on her.
She draped her arm across my chest, the lively colours of her tats matching the mottled shades of my bruises. I looked down at myself, admiring the welts of my punishment. Just three nights in and I was already getting better at this, a ripe canvas for her abuse. She was colouring me in so pretty.
