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conventional climax, even as his cock leapt and spurted inside her. She was wrung out, rendered limbless and mute, and she hovered somewhere between sleep and wakefulness for some time until Harry stroked her hair away from her face and kissed her.
    ‘That was … indescribable. Literally.’
    She managed to give him a weak smile, when all she really wanted to do was go to sleep. Or fuck him again. Either thing would be fine.
    ‘Hey,’ he said softly, ‘I hate to do this, but the builders just turned up. I’d better go and see what their plan is for the day and chivvy them along. Do you want to come back to my place with me? You can work in my spare room and you won’t be disturbed. Unless you want to be, that is.’ He winked at her.
    ‘Yes,’ she said, his words having forced her brain to concentrate and to wake up. ‘That would be great, thank you. Can I go and have a shower first? If you don’t want to wait, I can always walk if you tell me where to go.’
    ‘Don’t be silly. I don’t mind waiting. I haven’t got an awful lot to do today, really. Just go food shopping, go and price up some appliances for next door when it’s ready, and phone my kids. I’m saving the best bit until last.’
    She grinned. The love in his eyes when he spoke about his children was endearing. He was endearing. ‘OK. I’ll be as quick as I can.’

Chapter Nine
    Sydney could have walked, easily. Monthiers was a pretty small village and Harry’s house was barely a minute’s drive away from the barn. She knew where she was going now, and it definitely wasn’t worth driving her car. Plus the walk would do her good. She’d suggest it after today – if he left a key somewhere for her, she could let herself in.
    ‘Welcome to my humble abode,’ Harry said as he pulled the car onto a driveway in front of a beautiful big house.
    She raised her eyebrows. ‘Humble? Bloody hell, if this is humble I wonder what you class as posh.’
    He smiled. ‘Come on, let’s get you set up. I don’t want to hold up your writing up any longer.’
    Sydney wasn’t sure if she’d embarrassed him with her comment, or whether he didn’t know what to say, or simply didn’t want to talk about it. Either way, she got the impression that, had she been a gold digger, she’d have truly landed on her feet with Harry. The house – which was his holiday home, not his permanent residence – was bigger and nicer than even the largest property on the street she lived in back in England. She knew houses were cheaper in France, but it was still an impressive building, and as someone that appreciated architecture, she very much looked forward to seeing inside.
    She wasn’t disappointed. After unlocking the door, he ushered her inside. ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘I’ll show you around quickly, then help get all your stuff arranged in the office.’
    ‘OK, thanks.’ She gave his arm an affectionate squeeze as she moved past, the laptop bag on her shoulder and tote in her other hand preventing anything more physical.
    ‘Right,’ he said, taking the largest bag from her and heading up the stairs, ‘let’s put these down first.’
    He led her into a room on the third storey which was nestled between the eaves. The window overlooked the garden and some of the countryside beyond it.
    ‘Wow,’ she said, putting her laptop bag down on the table he indicated, ‘this is stunning. And this is one of your spare rooms?’
    Harry nodded. ‘Shelly and I really struck lucky with this place. When we were looking to buy, property over here was incredibly cheap. The kids were little and we weren’t sure if we were going to have any more or not, so we thought this would be a nice size. Of course, it feels bloody enormous to me now, especially when the kids are back in England. But the market being what it is, it makes no sense to sell it now. And it is a beautiful house.’
    ‘It really is. Thank you so much for letting me work here.’
    ‘It’s no problem,