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‘Un-fucking-believable,’ he mutters. He disentangles my arms from his neck. Next thing I know, I’m flying backwards and landing on my bed with a thump.

Ladies and gentleman, we have throw-down.

I lie there, sprawled on the bed in a tangle of wet limbs and soaking hair, letting my arms fall above my head and my legs drop open, watching as Aide looms over me. His hair’s falling over his eyes, his dick is already fully hard again, he’s rolling on another condom, and he is eye-fucking my naked body so hard I reckon it could get me pregnant with triplets.

Let me tell you, the second time is dreamy. It’s slow. Decadent. He braces over me on one elbow, his other arm pinning my wrists in place above my head and that dick buried up to the hilt inside my body. There’s so much intoxicating eye contact that I suspect I could come just from the astonishing pleasure of having Aide’s eyes bore into mine.

I feel laid bare for him. I’m stretched open, pinned under him, impaled on him. Giving him everything I have. And let me also tell you, right now I wouldn’t care if Aide was the devil incarnate, because this thing right here between our bodies feels so shockingly good, so extraordinarily right, that any other labels we attach to ourselves in this contrived world feel artificial and pointless.

That feeling of transcendence, of awe, lasts until he’s brought me to a second orgasm, one so beautiful it almost—almost—brings tears to my eyes. Until he’s climaxed in my body andI’ve swallowed up his heart-wrenchingly deep groans inside my mouth as he kisses me like a man possessed.

It lasts until he collapses on top of me and rolls our wet bodies onto their sides, throwing a heavy, hairy leg over me and winding a huge arm around my shoulders and bending his forehead to mine in a way that saysthat was fucking otherworldlyandI am in awe of youand, more scarily,I am in awe of how good it is between us.

Because it is.

That was no run-of-the-mill fuck.

That wasinsane.

And I would love nothing more right now than to drift off for a little naked nap in the cradle of Aide’s glorious body before waking for possibly naked takeaway pizza and a probably naked heart-to-heart and a definitely naked third round and an undoubtedly excellent, also naked, night’s sleep together.

But I can’t do that, especially the third bit, because Aide doesn’t trust or respect me enough to tell me the truth, despite the fact that I’ve let him inside my body.

Twice.

It’s best for everyone, but definitely for me, if I get rid of him and take tonight for what it was: a strictly physical encounter so spectacular that it’s easy to mistake it for something more.

So when he nudges my nose with his nose and whispers against my lips,Should I stay? We could go get some food?I lie and tell him I have to catch up on work.

And I pretend not to notice the flash of disappointment and possibly hurt on that beautiful face of his, because he has no one to blame but himself.

I’m sure he can helicopter himself back to his estate from here.

Meanwhile, I have a hot date with Uncle Google.

CHAPTER 19

Aide

‘How’s Gaz doing?’ Mum asks.

‘Good, I think,’ I reply absently as I fetch the ancient rattan placemats from their drawer in the dresser.

Yesterday evening was weird.

Amazing, but weird.

Either Carlotta is far more of afuck ‘em and leave ‘emtype than I would have guessed, or I did something wrong. She seemed happy, or as happy as three orgasms can make a person, but she shot me down when I suggested staying.

Maybe she just likes her own space.

Maybe blowing hot and cold is normal for her.

Maybe she came, saw conquered—or rather saw, conquered, came—and promptly lost interest.

It made a change from clingy post-coital women, but still. I’m a little pissed off, to be honest.

Should have got her number. At least we could have flirted over the weekend.