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mine, every cell in my body is calling for him.
    “I want you naked too,” I whisper. He moves back slightly, and starts to pulls away his clothes so fast, that I suddenly realise just how much he wants this.
    Within moments, his T-shirt and jeans are on the floor. My hands reach to tug at his boxers, and they catch, for a tantalising moment, at what’s underneath, before he springs free.
    Wow . No matter how many times I see the size of him, it still takes me by surprise.
    He’s breathing heavily, and I feel him, hot on my neck, and he moves back into my arms.
    “Oh Issy,” he groans, and his mouth is on mine again.
    Everything seems to fall away, and for that moment, there is nothing but him.
    Then I feel him hard against my leg, and in the next moment, he is rolling on a condom and pushing himself deep inside of me.
    “ Ahhh!” I cry out, and he begins to move. It’s urgent, but not rough. As though he needs my body. I open myself up to him, pushing my hips up to let him in deeper.
    “Wait .” He grabs my hips and lifts me up whilst still inside of me. Then, with his free hand, he pushes a cushion under the small of my back.
    “ Mmmmm,” I moan. The cushion has lifted my clitoris to be in contact with him as he thrusts in and out.
    I push even further forward, melting into the feeling.
    “Am I touching where you need me to?” he whispers, slowing down his urgent movements inside of me.
    “Yes,” I gasp, grabbing his hips with my hand. “Please James. Don’t stop.”
    He groans again, and begins moving faster. And with every thrust, I feel something build from my clitoris through my entire body.
    James’s hand moves up the side of my neck, to hold my head, and his mouth is close on mine, following my every movement.
    Then his thrusting seems to hit a new place, and all at once, I explode. My body pulses, and my hands clutch at his hips.
    I cry out, and as I do so, James moans, and I feel him come inside me.
    Then he’s holding my face in his hands, staring into my eyes.
    “Oh Issy,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”
    “I love you too,” I answer, losing myself in his green eyes.
    We lie like that, across the chaise lounge, tight in one another’s arms.
    My eyes flick to the riding crop on the floor, and James catches the gesture.
    “Don’t think you’ve got away without your punishment,” he warns. “This is just a reprieve.”
    “Oh really?” I let my bare foot caress the side of his leg.
    “Yes,” he says. “I’ve still got a lot planned for you, Isabella Green.”
     

Chapter 9
     
    W e emerge from the artist’s studio onto the sunny backstreet. And it’s as though the mood of the whole day has shifted.
    The last hour has loose ned our tensions, and we could almost be like any other holidaying couple as we fall out into the Barcelona sunlight with our arms around one another.
    James turns to me, and his face is beatifically calm. His green eyes are alive.
    “I think this is the happiest I’ve seen you,” I smile at him.
    “Really?” He pulls me a little closer against his body. “This might be the happiest I’ve been.”
    His eyes fix on mine, letting me know I’m part of the reason. And I grin back at him. We’re lost in straight-out beaming at one another, for a second.
    “I’ve only got you to myself for another hour or so,” says James. “Let’s do something a normal couple would do.”
    “What’s that?” I ask.
    He grins. “I honestly have no idea. I’ve never been in a normal couple.”
    “That makes two of us,” I admit.
    James steers me around in a full 360 turn and begins walking me away from the seafront. “Actually, I don’t want us to be normal,” he says. “But I’ll settle for happy. I want to take you somewhere.”
    “Where?”
    “There’s a famous park a few blocks north of the city. We can leave the car here and have a walk around it.”
    “Sounds very normal,” I say approvingly. “I accept.”
    “Not quite,” he admits,