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and I’m not sure I’d love to relinquish on the idea, yet again, about their mile high orgasms.
         “I don’t go home to Mayfair. I could go to my office or get a room at the Savoy but I can’t be bothered. I’m exceptionally and genuinely k nackered. Do you mind if I crash on the couch?” asking whilst raking a hand through those wavy locks of his.
         What happened to his flat in Mayfair?
         “Are you sure ? You’re quite tall…you won’t fit in there.” 
         Fuck, why wouldn’t he just go home and leave me in peace?
         “I’m sure. All I need is pillow and a blanket then I’m quite set to snooze.” He did look tired but still dange rously…breathtakingly handsome…and sexy… and I’m sexually frustrated.
         “Why don’t you just share the bed with me? The size would allow us enough room and still sleep comfortably.” Stupid, stupid woman! Go ahead and set yourself up with more torture.
         Sweet torture , perhaps?
         “You don’t mind?” he asked, bewildered. I shook my head feeling nervous all of a sudden.
         Fuck! Blake in my bed … again! Shit . Don’t get too excited or have you forgotten abou t Ivanna? T here it was . The thought cleared away all of the fog hanging over my semi-functional brain.
         No sexy time for me. I should rejoice really…not a go od choice to hook up with an ex…that I’m not over with.
        Turning off the lights in the kitche n, I strolled to my bedroom. I was fully aware of Blake’s presence following closely behind me. Once in the room, I took my nightwear from the drawer and excused myself to the bathroom to shower. I hung my pistachio-colored silk sleep shorts with a matching silk camisole on the silver rack. I was about to take my clothes off and cursed myself for being an idiot. How the hell am I going to take this damned corset off? I can’t reach it.
         Reaching the doorknob, I waltzed back to my bedroom with Blake lying on my bed fully clothed without his shoes and his eyes shut. Crap , do I wake him up? He looked so peaceful.
         I moved a little closer to the bed wanting to drown in his dark beau ty. Dark , long lashes sat fanned above his cheekbones. The memory of those lips and what it did to me made me flush with need. I wetted my dry lips and swallowed. Maybe it’s been too long since the last time?
         Hell, yeah it’s been long! And what …. plan to have Blake execute that burning dilemma? No! Yes…m aybe? Ivanna … think of that name and you’ll snap right back.
         “Appeased your appetite yet?” he asked with his eyes closed. His soft voice made me jump. 
         “ No —it wasn’t like that,” he opened his eyes and lifted his per fect brow.
         “I need help with my corset , ” mumbling like an idiot while his eyes darkened. I sat next to him with my back turned and gathered my long hair to my right shoulder while I waited for him. I heard him sit up but still he didn’t make a move to unlatch the complicated closures. After another minute of waiting, I took my boots off , one after the other.
         I huffed with utter annoyance , “have you fallen asleep?”
         “No” he whispered, quite closely to my ear. Shit.
         I closed my eyes when I felt goose bumps all over my body. Jesus , this is going to be a long night.
         “ Who managed to help you put in on, Sienna?” Tricky question, but I knew what he was getting at. Why does he care? He’s been fucking his way all over Europe. Trojan horse sounds fitting.
         “Kyle was here to help me. Can we please get on with it? I want to take my make-up off and shower. I don’t have all night , ” I snapped at him.
         I heard him sigh heavily before he swiftly unhooked all closures in a minute. Damn him and his women. He can have all the Ivanna’s in the world . I’m not going to let him erode my thoughts with his play of sexual