Page 56 of A Night with Damien Spur

‘Tell me, Sophie, which book did you choose?’

‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover,’ she replied. ‘So exciting to read about sexual pleasures beneath the sheets. My parents were surprised when I insisted on having early nights! One evening, Emily came to my room and we read my precious book together. She was Mellor and I was Lady Chatterley. We kissed and touched, tenderly arousing each other. Such a gentle preparation for our adult years. Don’t you think so, Horatio?’

‘Mmmm. Two innocent beauties discovering forbidden fruits is surely better than some clumsy young male’s first attempt.’

‘And you?’ Sophie asked. ‘What was your first adventure?’

‘When I was eighteen, a beautiful older woman calledOndine tutored me in the art of pleasing the fairer sex. Once a week for a year, she would visit and teach me the secrets of a woman’s inner chambers, and if I came too quickly, she would whip me. But I have to admit she was so passionate that I loved it. She was a dedicated soul. Wanted me to be the best lover in Bordeaux, and I worked hard as her willing pupil to fill the role.’

Horatio had matched her story with his. They were seducing each other. Waiting to see who would surrender first.

He changed the subject to tease her. ‘Sophie, how do you like the scallops?’

But Sophie was still on course. Almost as if her every word, every thought was to urge him to consume her. Satiate her.

‘Delicious… so soft and moist.’

Come on. Kiss me. Can’t you see that I want you?

But Horatio held his ground.

The entrée arrived, a succulent lobster Thermidor. Sophie broke the claws and sucked the meat. Her ravishing mouth shone with sauce as she looked at Horatio with limpid green eyes, inviting him.

‘Sophie, are you ready for me?’ he finally said. Lifting her dress beneath the table, he touched her.

‘Oh yes,’ she replied, and held his hand between her thighs.

‘You’re like a flower.’ He sat her on his lap and played with her.

‘Please, Horatio,’ she moaned. ‘I’m in agony. Make love to me.’

‘Not yet,’ he said as he scooped her up in his arms and swept her off to bed.

At last, he gave her what she wanted. She was open to him.

Afterwards, Horatio lay by Sophie’s side and played with her breasts.

‘Come and live with me,’ he said impetuously.

‘Darling Horatio,’ she said, kissing his chest, ‘we’ve onlyknown each other a couple of weeks.’

‘Sophie, I know you’re the one.’

Handsome, rich and available. Think of the years you’ve wasted with a man who can’t make up his mind. What’s stopping you?

***

Nicholas was waiting for Sophie at the airport.

He wanted to surprise her. Show her how much he missed her.

Usually on Sunday, he had lunch with his family at the Captain Blighty Gastro Pub and then took the dogs for a run on the beach.

This time he told Kate that he was going to see a client in Knightsbridge who was flying to Milan on Monday morning.

‘That’s okay,’ she said. ‘Just make sure you take the rubbish out before you go.’

So here he was, staring at the noticeboard. Sophie’s plane was delayed.

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