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“I thought you liked strawberries?”

“I do, but there’s something else I want more.” Feeling wanton, I rubbed against his cock to emphasise my point.

“Good things come to those who wait.”

“I already waited. Over two bloody hours this evening, and don’t even get me started on the last month. Can’t we meet at eleven next time? Or ten?”

He chuckled. “Mr. Ten Thirty hardly has the same ring to it. What would Lady Anne think?”

“I’m pretty sure Rufus didn’t have a chest like yours, and speaking of which, why are you still wearing a shirt? It’s hardly fair.”

“You got me there.”

He used one hand to drag his T-shirt over his head, leaving me free to explore his rippling muscles. The rough denim of his jeans served as a contrast, rubbing me to distraction while moisture soaked through my knickers. Too much. This was too much.

Before I could stop myself, I reached for his belt buckle, and this time he didn’t try to stop me. Instead, he dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth through the lace of my bra, groaning softly as I reached inside his trousers and freed his length.

“Condom,” I said, not wanting to look like a complete pillock this time.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The idea of being on top, in control, made me more nervous than I wanted to admit, but as Midnight gripped my hips and lowered me over him, all my worries flew into the darkness. With him, my body instinctively knew what to do, and the animal that had slumbered inside me for twenty-seven years took over, writhing and mewling until we both collapsed back onto the trunk.

“Think I squashed the strawberries,” Midnight said.

“Oops.”

After our last two trysts, I thought he would help me back into my dress and disappear, but instead he held me close against him, his breath whispering across my cheek. The faint aroma of lime shower gel tickled my nostrils again, and I vowed to go out and buy myself some to serve as a daily reminder. Yes, I’d gone quite dippy over him, hadn’t I?

He twitched inside me as he kissed me softly, first my cheeks, then my eyelids, and finally my mouth. “How tired are you?” he asked.

“What did you have in mind?”

He dropped one arm to the side of the trunk, and a few seconds later cool leather trailed over my exposed bottom.

I gulped. “Is that a riding crop?”

“It was your idea.”

“Uh, I’m not sure whether I was serious.”

“So I’m Mr. Midnight and you’re Miss Indecisive?”

“Will it hurt?”

“I’d never hurt you,mon cœur.”

“Why do you call me that? It’s French, isn’t it? Formy heart?”

He shrugged underneath me. “I spent a bit of time in France, and it seemed appropriate.”

“Does that make you mon cock?” Holy cow, I couldn’t believe those words just left my mouth! “Sorry. Inappropriate.”

“Try ‘ma bite’ instead.”

“Can I?” I whispered. “Try it, I mean.”

“If you say things like that, I’m gonna be Mr. One O’clock, Two O’clock, and Three O’clock.”

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