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“Before what? Before I read that stupid fucking book?” he sighed. “Faye, look at the fucking state of me. I’m covered in my spit, your spit, fuck knows what else. I fucked a girl earlier that I’d have sworn I’d never have looked at in a million years. I let you choke the shit out of me like some crazy fucking sex demon, andnowyou’re asking me if I’ve still got the fucking horn?”

I smiled. “When you put it like that.” I held out my fingers and he gripped them in his. “I was jealous,” I whispered. “You were right.”

“I know I was right,” he said, ever modest.

“I’ll try to put a lid on it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would you try not to be jealous? I’m not planning on offering the same courtesy.”

It took a moment for the revelation to dawn. “You’re jealous?”

“Always,” he smiled. “I don’t play well with others, never was much of a sharer. Those fucking books drove me to insanity.”

I contemplated offering him Vince’stranscend base urgesspeech, but decided against it.

“You look surprised,” he said.

I shrugged. “Just didn’t think you’d be jealous. I didn’t think you cared enough. I didn’t even think you wanted me here.”

“Oh, come on, Miss Modesty. Cut the fucking bullshit. You know full well I wanted you here, you’d have been back out the front door in a heartbeat if I’d have seriously wanted you gone.”

“But you don’t want to share the club with me, either, do you?”

“Like I said, I don’t play well with others. I’m trying my best. This doesn’t mean life is peachy. You still walked away, I’m still angry that you did, and this is still my week. Quite a conundrum we’re facing, isn’t it?”

I rested my forehead against his thigh, still aware of the heat of him. “Can we solve this conundrum another day?”

“What else did you have in mind?”

I didn’t need to tell him, and he didn’t hang on to find out. His body was already responding to mine, his lips already parting for my tongue, his hands already travelling where I needed them.

This time there were no shackles on that gurney, no sub and no dom. There was only his body and my body, grinding together as we worked out our differences without words. He lifted my legs high upon his shoulders, and took me like it was a punishment, just how I wanted it. When I came, it was hard and fast, clenching tight enough to pull Andy straight over the edge after me.

We caught our breath slowly, a tangle of limbs on a padded gurney, and as the world woke up around us, we fell asleep where we lay.

And that’s where we stayed until the cleaner barged in at just gone nine that morning.

For once, and to Andy’s great annoyance, we were both late to our desks, but at least we didn’t have far to travel.

***

Chapter Fourteen

Faye

Topaz looked different when she arrived for her shift at lunchtime. She had a shimmy in her hips, and her hair was swept up from her face in a way I’d never seen her wear it before. Pink lipstick that matched the dildo I’d made her fuck herself with, and fake lashes with tiny little diamanté gems on them. She’d morphed into a punky little wet dream overnight, a skull print crop top hitched up with safety pins, with no bra underneath to hide her proud little nipples. Cut-off denim shorts barely covered her ass cheeks, and baby pink pumps finished off the ensemble. Quite the transformation. It’s amazing what a good fuck can do for a girl’s confidence.

I slipped the mobile I’d been staring at all morning into my pocket and continued with my cocktail-making experiment. I was adding a shot of vodka to the concoction when she finally noticed me behind the bar.

I couldn’t have held back the smirk if I’d tried. “Twit-twoo,” I said. “Someone got out the right side of bed this morning.”

The cutest little blush splotched her cheeks. “Just threw this on,” she lied. “No big deal.”

“Sure you did.”

She looked me up and down. “Looks likeyoudidn’t get out ofanyside of the bed this morning.”

“Sharing a gurney wasn’t the height of comfort, I have to admit. I think we should start stocking emergency supplies of shampoo for the wet room.” I pointed a finger at my excuse for a messy bun. “Hand soap is really no substitute.”

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