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Her nod became frantic, but it wasn’t enough for him. If they were doing this, he needed to know she wouldn’t regret it again in the morning. Needed to know it wasn’t all him. ‘Tell me what you want. I need to hear it, sweetheart.’

‘I want you.’ She dragged their linked hands to her breasts, squeezing them over her oversized T-shirt. ‘I want you to fuck me like this. Blindfolded. I want to feel everything. I want to forget everything but you.’

He groaned hungrily and peeled their hands apart, slipping his under her shirt, her bra, to toy with her full tits. He hadn’t spent enough time with them at the party, and he made up for that now. Her back arched against him as his thumb found her nipple, and he wished he could see her properly. He didn’t dare tear away, though, afraid anything might drive them apart, just like then.

With his fingers slippery from the clay, she was moaning in seconds, grinding her ass harder against his erection until he was gritting his teeth.

‘Please, Aiden. More.’

He grinned into her neck, smelling coffee and sweat andher. ‘I thought you said you’d never beg me for anything.’

‘Shut up,’ she ground out, and he laughed.

‘I love it when you tell me what to do. So fucking hot.’ He dipped his hands beneath her waistband, cupping her heat above her underwear. Dampness seeped into the fabric as she bucked against him, finding friction in his palm. As much as he wanted to get her off like this, he wasn’t sure he’d survive another minute without her touching him, too.

‘Turn around,’ he said into the nape of her neck. ‘Let me see you properly.’

He stood, kicking his stool away so that it could no longer come between them, then did the same for hers. He guided her close with his hands on her hips, kissing her until she was all he knew. She was as rough as she was fiery, and he revelled in the idea that she might leave marks come tomorrow. He would need something to remember that this wasn’t just a fantasy, a figment of his imagination.

To direct her, to see her putting all of her trust in him with that rag around her eyes, was exhilarating. He wanted to earn the honour, wanted to make her feel every type of pleasure possible, wanted to know her body inside out. He fingered the hem of her black jumper. ‘Can I take this off?’

‘Yes.’

Aiden rolled the soft material up slowly so as to drink in every new part of her. Every curve, every roll of her stomach, the peaks of her barely contained breasts in a black lace bra. He could finally see all of that tattoo: they weren’t vines, but rose stems that curled around her shoulder and ended in flowers below her collarbone. Much more apt – she was all thorns meshed with silk petals, too.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful, Juniper,’ he marvelled, letting the jumper fall to the floor.

She nibbled on her lower lip, reaching out a hand to trace the planes of his chest and stomach. ‘I don’t suppose you brought a condom with you?’

He snorted. ‘To class? No, not this time.’

‘I’m on the pill,’ she admitted. ‘And I’m safe. Had my last check-up before term started.’

‘Me too. Checked after Elmington, haven’t been with anyone since.’

She was already fumbling to unbutton his jeans. ‘Good, because I don’t want to wait anymore.’

‘Are you sure?’ He laced her hair through his fingers, gentle now. ‘Because if you decide tomorrow that this was a mistake, I don’t know if I could deal with it a second time. You drive me mad enough as it is, but this hot and cold will kill me.’

She traced the outline of his cock through his boxers in a way that made his knees weak. ‘I’m sure. No more regrets. But it can’t mean anything. No… feelings or anything.’

‘Just sex. That works for me.’ He was glad for the blindfold, afraid the lie was written all over his face. It didn’t feel likejustanything with her. But some of her was better than none of her, so he nudged her back towards the desk, bracing his hands on either side of her arms. ‘You still want this on?’ he asked, dragging a knuckle across the linen’s edge.

Another nod, and then she was pulling his face down to kiss him again, this time palming him over his boxers until he was moaning her name. She knew exactly how to make him throb,using delicate fingers around his head, then squeezing lightly down his shaft. He tried to focus on her, massaging her clit with her underwear providing friction, then lapping his tongue against her bra when she finally freed his mouth.

Soon, she was tugging down her leggings and perched on the desk, legs splayed open just for him.

Fucking hell, those thighs were heaven. All of her was heaven. Just as he didn’t know why she hated him, he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this part of her. This much of her.

He wiped his hands down on the nearest cloth to clear them of clay, then nudged her underwear to the side to touch her. When his fingers entered her, she clenched around him, and he almost came just imagining they were his cock.

‘Are you ready for me, sweetheart?’

She freed his cock from his boxers, and then, when she gave permission, sunk into her until they both cried out.

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Juniper had never felt anything like it, like him, before. He might have been desperate to keep her talking, but she didn’t have to guide him. He already knew exactly how to make her feel toe-curlingly, stomach-clenchingly good, and it was only intensified by the blindfold, drowning out everything but his touch.