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‘What?!’ I yelled.

Emily tittered. ‘That would make me feel weird as well, but you have literally just met him. If it’s going well in every other department, then stick this one out. You haven’t liked anyone since Tom. I’m proud you’ve made this commitment, Zara.’

‘No, of course, like it doesn’t put me off him. It just makes me wonder if he fancies me or something because he doesn’t engage with me. Like, no filth, no moans or anything.’ I blushed, realising how uncomfortable my sister looked.

‘Right, this morning he was really going for it on top and honestly, if I didn’t have my eyes open, I wouldn’t know I was getting shagged. I hardly felt anything, physically, and certainly didn’t hear anything. Does that ever happen to you guys?’

Emily giggled. ‘Yes, that’s happened to me! If I get too excited, you can’t feel the dick at all.’

Ashley threw her arms in the air. ‘Of course it’s happened to Emily, she’s had two kids! She’ll be like a sausage getting threw up a close! You should still feel his dick, Zara!’ she exclaimed.

Emily snorted. ‘I beg your pardon. My pelvic floor is tighter now than ever!’

‘Maybe I was just too wet!’ I replied.

‘I’m surprised you could get wet with that big fucking face on top of you!’ Ashley erupted.

I gasped and launched a Dorito in her direction.

‘Stop it! That’s a sin! He is honestly such a nice person.’ I was beginning to wish I hadn’t confided in them at all.

Ashley squeezed onto the sofa and wrapped her arm around me.

‘You know I’m only joking. Why don’t you instigate it? He’s maybe thinking the same, and he doesn’t want to push you if he’s a gentleman. Slip in some role play or dirty chat. Ask what turns him on. You’ll never know until you ask him, Zara!’

She was right, and I was grateful to have some advice at last.

‘Right, well. I’ll have a few drinks with him on Saturday night and see what happens then. I’ll need some gin confidence if I’m going all sexy!’

‘Exactly!’ Emily said, getting to her feet. ‘OK, I need to go home – you’re both giving me a headache! Zara, can we organise a leaving drink next Thursday for you both, maybe in the Corinthian?’

I clasped my hands excitedly. ‘Eh, yes! Of course. That would be awesome!’

Emily leaned over to pat my head and then left towards the door.

‘No doubt I’ll see you before, but good luck getting your freak on!’ she called out as the door shut behind her.

Ashley looked around the living room.

‘You don’t think Cameron will seriously make me sleep on the sofa, do you?’ She turned her nose up in disgust.

‘I do. And trust me, after hours of sex, you don’t want to sleep in that bed anyway!’ I declared, standing up and lifting dirty dishes over to the kitchen.

Ashley followed. ‘I’d take your jizzy bed over a couchful of mushed-in cheesy crisps any day! Zara, please!’ she moaned.

I grinned back.

‘Not a fucking chance!’

Chapter Twenty-One

After a few more magical days of endless hugs, late-night winching and romantic walks doon the Barras, I was utterly convinced Cameron was the perfect man. We had sex a few times each day, but as much as I became accustomed to his rhythm and pounding technique, the caveman passion was still seriously lacking when we got our freak on. I found myself moaning his name loudly, trying hard to awaken the macho beast trapped somewhere deep inside him. However, my minimalistic tactics were failing, and I was getting nowhere. Cameron remained tortuously quiet as he shagged away in his own little fantasy, staring high up towards the sky with no eye contact whatsoever. I wondered if he was embarrassed because one time his eyelids almost shut over during sex because he was so swollen. Was it just a preventative measure to save his eyesight for the rest of the day? Or maybe this was just how he had sex? I wanted to feel that heart-throbbing, close connection that we enjoyed in every other aspect of our relationship. Like the way we finished one another’s sentences, or how he turned his phone off when I finished work to ensure I had his undivided attention. How he put brown sauce lovehearts on my morning roll and would run me a bath for finishing work, just in case I was tired. He was perfect, but part of me craved an intense, leg-tingling, filthy orgasm with him staring deep into my eyes, but as soon as we got past foreplay, all I was guaranteed was a few pumps and a squirt.

Cameron’s facial swelling was still slowly improving each day, which I was incredibly grateful for as our leaving dinner was less than a week away and I was desperate to show him off to all my friends and family. As Cameron’s warped features slowly diminished, I began to see glimmers of the handsome man I’d first met on the aeroplane.

Emily had booked one of the private rooms in the swanky Corinthian Club, just a stone’s throw from my flat in the heart of the city. Its modern, grandiose décor and delicious cocktails made it one of the most elegant venues in Glasgow. My family, friends and some VIP clients had all been invited for a special Individualise evening, and I couldn’t fucking wait. Only Emily and Ashley had met Cameron properly, and I was excited about parading the sexy bastard around to everyone else like a scud book in the jail. He seemed eager too, constantly asking who would be there and how he couldn’t wait to celebrate the start of our lives together in Dubai.

That Saturday afternoon, following another quiet morning at the clinic, Cameron and I walked hand in hand down Argyle Street. He was on the hunt for a fancy new suit, eager to match my navy tailored dress I’d bought especially for our leaving do. While Cameron shopped, I was desperate to find sexy underwear to poke at his dragon. We decided to split up, Cameron going to scour the men’s department in House of Fraser and me running across the road to Ann Summers.

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