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sounds like a plan,’ she said, straining to absorb and record the feeling of him in her arms. The solid reality of a man who was straight out of her dreams. ‘I think I can just about struggle through a day or two without being serviced by you.’
    ‘Minx,’ he replied fondly. ‘I hope you’ve got a good vibrator, so you can use it and think about me. Maybe we can build in some time for phone sex while I’m away. As I recall, you’re very, very good at that, Miss Aitchison. I had a very pleasant time of it, on my own, listening to your voice and your exotic dungeon fantasies.’
    Eek, yes, that.
    ‘Um … yes, I think I’ve got a vibe somewhere. I haven’tused it lately. Until I saw you in the Waverley that night, I’d been leading a pretty nun-like life for a while.’ A flash of memory popped into her mind. A rather nondescript boyfriend accusing her of being a frigid nun … She felt grateful to him now,
really
grateful. That offhand, nasty remark had been in her thoughts when she’d first met John in the Lawns Bar, and faced the greatest adventure of her life. It’d made her go for it … and go for him. How strange life was.
    ‘Well, your nun-like days are over now, sweetheart. Even if we do spend time talking and getting to know each other properly and all that, there’ll still be constant sex as well, you know.’ His brilliant blue eyes twinkled in the shadows, and pressed against her body, his still-hard cock stirred. ‘If you can manage that?’
    ‘Oh, I’ll struggle through somehow.’ She let her hand slide around him, until it settled on his erection. ‘Look, are you sure you don’t want me to do something about this?’
    ‘No, it’s all right, sweetheart. Like I said … I’ll walk it off. And it’ll do me good to exercise a bit of self-control. I’m going to have to contain myself for the next few days. It doesn’t do to go waltzing into critical meetings sporting an erection.’
    ‘Oh, I don’t know. It might distract the opposition so much that they lose their concentration. And then you can haggle them down and get a better deal.’
    John laughed, his chuckle as dark as the shadows surrounding them. ‘You may have a point there, love. I might try it if negotiations get tough.’
    He kissed her again then, and for a few moments, they continued to kiss. It was going to be a long two or three days.
    Eventually, they broke apart, though, and promising totext, and call her whenever he could, John escorted her to the back door and saw her inside.
    ‘Bye, love,’ he whispered, as she stood on doorstep. ‘Think of me. I’ll soon be back.’
    And with one last kiss, blown from the tips of his fingers, he was gone.

5
Girl Talk
    The sound of feet thudding through the house woke Shelley from a doze. She’d been reading, futzing about on the internet, and watching some rubbish or other on the telly, all of it done to distract herself from thinking about Lizzie. And what her friend might be doing with that unbelievably gorgeous, unbelievably rich man of hers.
    I must not be jealous. I must not be jealous. I love Lizzie and she deserves him. I must not turn into a green-eyed devil because she’s getting a ton of sex again … and I’m not.
    It was hard, though. Shelley set aside her laptop and her Kindle, and shoved her feet into her slippers. The noise downstairs should have made her scared – there’d been break-ins in the area recently – but she was pretty sure that it
was
Lizzie, returned from her tryst.
    Which was weird in itself.
    If it was me, I’d have stayed. What on earth have you come home for, you silly mare!
    ‘What on earth was all that racket? I thought we’d got burglars. Shouldn’t you be at the Waverley having your brains fucked out by that glorious billionaire of yours?’
    Lizzie was in the hall, and she looked up sheepishly as Shelley came downstairs. She was surrounded by suspiciously high-end-looking carrier bags, presents, no doubt. But she was blinking