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desecrated lounge where he sat facing away from the worst of the damage. Before he took a mouthful of coffee, he opened his laptop. While the log-on took an age, fourteen lots of updates to download, he drank the first decent cup of coffee since the attack, but the taste wasn’t quite right. Maybe the coffee had gone off while he was away. Once he got in, e-mails jammed his in-box, but he ignored them.
    First thing was to get this place cleaned up. He’d book into a hotel for the rest of the month while repairs and redecorating went on here. Scrolling, he dismissed his usual hotel haunts. He’d stay in a quiet place where he’d be able to sleep in peace, somewhere he could dream. Soon he’d be at the stage he wouldn’t need the mind numbing drugs to help him sleep. He punched in the credit card details as he booked a room. His muse—she better look out. He’d find her in the dreams, haunt her every moment until she opened her legs for him, and when she did, he’d make sure she entertained his cock majestically.
    He’d start by giving her fantasy nights so she’d wake up wet because of him. That would do until he got to fuck her for real. His cock gave another throb as he stroked it.
    Oh, yes, she’d love it all. Maybe he could manage more than once or twice if he flipped the dream sequences.
    When she was back in the office, where she should be, he’d stifle any excuses, hold her tight in his arms and kiss her before he gave her pussy the kind of workout she’d never forget. Maybe he’d lift her shirt, stroke over her tits, or put his hand up her skirt to massage her ass, before he sent the other girls out of the office for a break. Either way, he’d make sure he did something to give Evie and Jess a good idea of just what Sian was about to get. She could babble as much as she liked about their relationship being solely business, but she’d never be able to deny he’d fucked her after the other girls saw her tits in his hands. Each single member of the Gorsewell production team would know she’d given him everything he wanted.
    Perhaps if he timed things perfectly for their first fuck, when the other girls got back from their break, Sian would have her long legs hooked up over his shoulders. He’d be humping her ass on the desk. She’d come hot and hard, yelping and screeching her delight. She’d beg him to fill her. Fabulous.
    His muse was going to wail like a she-cat when she came. He could hear the delightful sounds she’d make as he enjoyed a full recompense for all the fucks they’d missed the last three years. His breathing snapped to a faster rhythm. He dumped the laptop on the small table. He was ready for her so he eased his trousers down. He closed his eyes as he laced his fingers about his cock, pictured Sian, her face contorted in orgasmic pleasure while she rode him, naked, with her pretty tits bouncing. She’d hump like a bitch.
    A fresh surge of blissful throbs pulsed the length of his cock in response to her trembling pleasure cries in his office. He’d have her legs spread so wide they’d straddle the arms of his chair to make a bold offering of her pussy for his pleasure. How she’d howl. “Ohh! Ooo! Ohh! You’re the best, Franklyn! Ooo. Ohh. Ohh. Yes! Franklyn, you’re the bessst!”
    Tension swelled through him. He pumped hard at his cock, beating the meat as the up-swell of spunk burbled in his balls. He’d fuck her so she passed out, so she screamed in pleasure, so she came as hard and fast as he…. The cry of orgasm burned his throat. Hot, wet jets spurted through his fingers.
    Even as a wank, she was perfect. He had to have her, he must, no one could match her. He wiped his wet and sticky palm on a wad of tissue and cleaned his stomach, loving her for the fabulous fuck she was.
    As for the current hulk of a boyfriend, he may well wind up dead. Franklyn Gorsewell had