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He moves his mouth closer to my ear and slides a hand down over my bum. ‘It’s a glass-topped table,’ he says, and I burst out laughing.

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AIDE

Ineedher. Now. I’ve needed her all night, in fact, and I cannot wait another fucking minute.

Gabe’s away, thank fuck, so the moment she closes the door of her flat behind us, I’m on her. Claiming her sweet little mouth. Clawing at her clothes. Trying to work out how the fuck to get this dress off.

Tonight was a good night—a rare work occasion where I really enjoyed myself and got swept up in the atmosphere in the room. I’d usually come home and succumb to an exhausted, introverted crash, but I hold Lotta accountable for the desire coursing through my body right now as much as I held her accountable for the grand time I had earlier.

Having her by my side all evening, watching her dazzle everyone in her path and allowing myself to drink up all that energy she shed, transformed my night from samey to special.

She’s been getting me worked up in the car the whole way home, too. I’m not enough of a dick to have tried anything with the driver sitting right in front of us, but simply having my hand on the warm, smooth thigh that slit in her sexy-as-fuck dress exposed for me as she told me over and over how proud she was, how amazing I was, had happiness and hunger burning through my veins.

She also had her hand too high up my thigh in that car. Far too high.

Good job it was a fifteen-minute journey.

It seems I’m not the only one worked up. She shoves my jacket down my arms and tugs my bowtie loose and begins unbuckling my belt, her movements unusually clumsy.

‘Just take my dick out,’ I grunt, trying to get her hand away so I can undo my zip, but she slaps it away.

‘No. Want us naked,’ she practically sobs, wrenching my trousers down my legs.

That makes two of us.

‘Take your dress off then, sweetheart,’ I plead. ‘I can’t fucking get it off.’

I undo my screw-in dress shirt buttons at the speed of light and lose my shoes, socks and trousers as Lotta locates some hidden zip over her arse. Then she’s undone the neck of her dress and the entire thing falls to the floor, a heavy emerald curtain that leaves her stunning body on display in just a green lace thong.

Jesus fucking Christ.Sorry, St Aidan, for the blasphemy.

She’s in my arms in a second and on the rug a second after that. I crouch over her and peel the thong down her shapely legs, leaving her stark naked aside from those green fuck-me heels and her jewellery, and oh my God. I have never, ever seen anything more beautiful, or carnal, or inviting in my life.

‘Aide.’ Unbelievably, she’s looking at me with what seems like an equally spellbound, ravenous expression. She reaches out for me with both arms and I crawl over her like a fucking predator.

And I am.

Because I am going to fucking devour her.

I sink down, bracing on my elbows so I can dip my head and take as much of one glorious tit as possible in my mouth. There’s no finesse. I don’t have time for it. I’m shaking with need. I lave at her skin, I suck on her nipple, I grind against her with my lips and tongue and beard and she’s fucking crying out and writhing under me, pushing her tit into my mouth as she winds her legs around me and attempts to pull me against that needy, glorious pussy. A stiletto heel digs into my arse, and the sharp pain has the flames of my desire licking higher.

Jesusfuck.

I release her nipple and find her lips as I crash my mouth down upon hers, invading it with my tongue, ravaging it and swallowing up her incredible, throaty whimpers. Sliding one hand under that fine arse of hers, I hold her in place as I position myself at her entrance. I’m hard as fuck and I’m being too hurried, but she’s already slick and ready, thank God, and I push in. Hard.

Oh my God. Oh my sweet mother of Christ.

She is so fucking tight. As her intimate muscles clench around me, and she gasps into my mouth, I experience a jolt of pleasure so intense it almost has me blacking out.

‘Fuck,’ I mumble. ‘You okay?’

‘Fuck me, honey.’

‘I won’t last,’ I say hoarsely, because the climax of heat, of pressure at the base of my spine and in my balls is almost upon me, I can tell.

‘I need it hard,’ she pants. ‘I’m close. Just—oh myGod.’

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