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Trey groaned, as I bucked in between them, I barely
heard him. It was like I’d gone partially deaf, the blood was roaring in my
ears and I had stars in my eyes. I’d never come so hard and it had wiped me
out. I felt them both flexing and quivering inside me, they’d both come as
well, thank God. I couldn’t have taken any more, I was completely done in and
so happy with it. I collapsed on Logan’s chest and he wrapped his arms around
me and stroked the back of my hair as I trembled on him. I didn’t even have the
energy to complain when I felt Trey slide out of me.
    ‘Sssshhhh, sleep now. You’ve earned it, Ava,’ Logan
whispered, as he kissed my temple. He gently lifted me off him and lay me down
on the bed. I curled into a ball, tucked up against his side and Trey tucked in
behind me and ran his fingers up and down my hip. I smiled and let out a happy
sigh. I’d finally fulfilled my ménage fantasy and boy, had it been worth every
damn penny.
     

Client Evaluation

    Logan
    I left Ava sleeping as I took a
shower and changed into some fresh clothes, then headed into the lounge to
order room service for the three of us, while Trey took a shower too. He was
like me, he had a large appetite after a nights work, though he hadn’t yet
mastered the art of healthy eating. I requested a full English breakfast for
him, French pastries and muffins for Ava, which were her favourite, then
muesli, scrambled eggs on wholemeal toast and a fresh fruit bowl for me. Plus
copious amounts of coffee. I sank down into the armchair and rubbed the heels
of my hands over my eyes. I was exhausted. I’d had to cram in so many extra
appointments after my time laid up with that damn broken ankle and on top of my
day job, I was working myself physically hard and leaving little time for
sleep. I seriously needed to cut back on seeing clients again, one a week the
most. I opened up my iPhone and starting flicking through my files, it was time
to be choosy, to only see the ones that I enjoyed my time with, like Ava. I’d
thought I was losing my edge, as I’d been finding it increasingly difficult to summon
up any excitement for my appointments lately, but as I’d walked through the
bedroom and seen Ava sleeping, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, it had
hit me right in the gut.
    I knew what was wrong, it wasn’t that I didn’t love sex
anymore, it’s that I only truly wanted sex with her, Summer damn Beresford. My
brunette beauty that had somehow wormed her way inside of me and I couldn’t
shake her off. I couldn’t understand my reluctance to commit to a woman that
affected me the way she did. I didn’t have some childhood horror story, no
trauma to speak of. My parents were happily married and still as in love as
ever. If anything, I had the best role models. I guess my damn looks were to
blame, sometimes I saw them as a curse. I attracted so much attention, that the
thought of going steady had made me feel like I’d be missing out somehow, because
I had so many women fighting over me. I worried that there could always be
someone better suited around the corner, someone I’d like more than who I was
with. But I was missing out. It seemed that in Summer, I’d found that
person that no one else compared to. I mean I’d spent one night with her, one
night and nine months later I was still fucking thinking about her every
minute of every God damn day? I was startled from my thoughts by my phone
vibrating and saw a text from James.
    Good morning, Sir. I hope that you had an enjoyable
evening. I will be picking you up at nine thirty as normal, unless I hear to
the contrary. I took the liberty of ordering you the morning paper to be
delivered to your suite. I think the headline might be of interest to you.
James.
    I got up and opened the door and sure enough, there was the
newspaper lying on the floor. I scooped it up and returned to the armchair,
crossing my legs with one ankle up on my knee, as I unfolded the paper and
spread it