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She exploded under my fingers, legs shaking like jelly as she spluttered against the intrusion in her mouth. I held her firm, unloading myself into her hot little snatch as she tensed all around me.

I kept her pinned as we caught our breath, only letting go when I was sure she was steady enough.

Her hair was a mess, and her lipstick was even worse, but she looked hot as fucking sin.

I left her to dress herself while I finished up in the office, and she’d only just laced up her corset by the time I’d got back.

I tossed my keys from one hand to another, casually, as though I hadn’t just fucked her brains out five minutes earlier.

“Fancy a lift?” I asked. “Car’s round the back.”

***

Faye

Andy had a Mercedes, a new acquisition. It smelled of leather, and polish, and him. It also smelled of sex once we’d been sitting in it a few minutes. I relaxed into the passenger seat and watched dawn breaking over London, the rumble of the engine all but sending me to sleep.

“Up here, right? West Street?” Andy took the corner before I could stop him, and swinging onto the road I’d abandoned three days previous.

“Not anymore, sorry,” I said. “I should’ve let you know sooner. I’m in Kings Court, you can cut back around at the top, it’s only a couple of streets over. Kings Lodge Guesthouse, there’s a sign out front.”

He shot me a look before swinging the car around. “Why the move?”

“The bed was too soft,” I lied. “Couldn’t get on with it.”

“Couldn’t they have moved you to another room?”

“Fully booked.”

“I see. I trust this one’s better?”

“Much.” I shot him a false smile and he seemed to buy it.

He pulled up outside the guesthouse, and I unclipped my seat belt.

“If you’re about to sink into the wholethat was a mistakebullshit, you should give it a rest before you start,” I said.

He twisted in his seat to face me. “Sorry?”

“I’m saying, don’t you dare think of pussying out on me before it’s my week.”

“I don’t pussy out of anything, Faye,” he snapped. “And I wasn’t about to sink into anythat was a mistakebullshit.”

I rolled my eyes. “If you say so.”

“I fucking say so.” He strummed his fingers on the steering wheel and my stomach lurched at the memory of them inside my asshole. “Look, Faye, I don’t see the point in maintaining some bullshit pretence that it’s not going to happen again. Itwillhappen again. It’ll probably all end in tears and a business relationship that’s more fucked up than the fucked up one we have already, but it’s going to happen again regardless. Why pretend it’s not?”

“I’m not pretending, I thought you were.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not.”

“Fine,” I said, making my move out of the car. “I’ll see you in the morning. I’m absolutely totally fucked, in more ways than tiredness, thank you very much.”

“Don’t be fucking late,” he said.

I gave him the finger before I turned away.

I flicked on the kettle and ran my poor feet a very, very hot bath before calling it a night, and only pulled out my phone at the very last minute to check my alarm was set for the morning.

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