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fucking more often,” he said, still holding onto her hips.
    She stretched out, her arms high above her head, and Mark groaned again.
    “You have got the most incredible tits.   I could look at them for hours.”
    “Just look?” she asked, smiling at him, knowing exactly what she was doing.   She could play Mark Cassidy so well, he was easy.
    He reached out and touched her breasts, gently running his fingers over them and she moaned quietly.   Yeah, she could play him, but it was always to her advantage.  
    “No.   I could never just look,” he whispered, moving his mouth closer to hers, their eyes locking together.
    She kissed him slowly, running her tongue over the roof of his mouth, behind his teeth, wanting one last taste of him before she got up.   “You still coming back to me then?”
    He nodded, reluctant to let her go for some reason.   Mark Cassidy didn’t do needy but he needed her .   He needed Stevie Stone.
    “I’m coming back to you, baby.”
    “My rock star boyfriend,” she smiled, stroking his face as he looked at her, those dark eyes boring into her.   Were things changing between them?   Sometimes it felt like they were.   Did she want them to?   She didn’t know.   She didn’t really want to think about it.
    She climbed off him, switching off the video camera and turning the music down, aware that his eyes were still on her.   
    “Is something happening here, Stevie?”   He came up behind her, slipping his arms around her, and she leaned back against him, closing her eyes for a second, just letting him hold her, something she didn’t do often enough and she didn’t know why because it felt good.  
    She turned round and smiled at him.   “No, Mark.   Nothing’s happening.”
    So why did that make him feel something he couldn’t explain?   He watched her pull her clothes back on, leaning against the wall, folding his arms.
    “You coming?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair, shaking it out.
    “Give me a minute.   I could do with a smoke and I don’t want to do it in front of Ava.”
    She smiled again, kissing him gently.   “Is that Mark Cassidy showing his sensitive side?”
    “Like hell.”    He pulled her against him, his hand resting on her arse.
    “Good.   Things are crazy enough around here without you going soft on me.”
    “Mark Cassidy ain’t ever going soft, honey.   In any way.”
    “Ok, baby.” She kissed him again, suddenly wanting to stay right where she was but something in the back of her mind was telling her to walk away from this.   Now.   So she pulled away slowly, leaving his arms, walking out of the room without looking back at him.
    He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes, pushing a hand through his hair.   What she did to him, he couldn’t explain.   He never over-analysed anything, never questioned his feelings, but wasn’t that just what he was doing now?   There was something going on in his head that he wasn’t sure he could control anymore.   And it was all down to Stevie Stone.
     
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    “Is that out of your system now then?” Johnny asked as Stevie threw herself down opposite him.   She ignored him.   “What Mark Cassidy wants, Mark Cassidy gets, huh?”
    She looked at him.   He was staring out of the bus window as it sped along the motorway, his mood resembling something close to petulant.   Or maybe he really was just tired, after all, wasn’t everybody?  
    “That’s not the way it works, Johnny, and you know that.”
    He turned to look at her.   “Have you ever been in love, Stevie?”
    “Where the hell did that come from?”
    He’d never once asked her anything like that before.   It was a subject neither of them had ever felt the need to talk about and God knows why he was bringing it up now.
    “ Have you?”
    Johnny watched her reaction closely.   Something had changed in her eyes when he’d asked that question, but whether it had anything to do with Mark he