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‘Come on,’ I urge, all fast, shallow breaths and fevered thrusts and jerky movements. ‘Show me.Show me how much you love taking my cock.’

‘Fuck,’ she lets out on a pant. Reducing this impossibly elegant, erudite angel to single-syllable expletives feels like the best form of gratification, and I grin to myself through my haze of sweat and need and tensed muscles as I bring our orgasms home.

She comes suddenly, violently, like her climax has blindsided her, her cries those of a woman who’s holding nothing back. They echo around the vast space as the perfect contractions of her internal muscles obliterate the last of mythinly-held self control, and I shatter around her, pouring jet after jet of my cum into the condom as I hold onto her like she’s my port in a storm.

My orgasm is a wild thing, totally fucking unhinged, rendering me blind and dumb, wringing me out until I’m an empty, well-used shell of a man capable only of collapsing over Aida and using my lips to worship the lines of her shoulder blades.

Just as it should be.

53

AIDA

‘This is the best sleepover I’ve ever had,’ I tell Cal.

I’m propped up on one elbow, feasting on the mighty fine view of him lying naked against his beautiful white sheets. We just about made it to his bed for round two—round three for me, I guess, after my little horn-dog show against his thigh. This time, we made each other come with our mouths, which I suspect was entirely for the benefit of my poor, raw pussy. Cal’s wet tongue was the perfect form of aftercare.

He’s also fed me ibuprofen and pretty much funnelled a pint of electrolytes down me, and now we’re well-fucked and drunk on the kind of woozy contentedness only a few rounds of excellent orgasms can provide.

He’s grinning up at me, and he’s so smug and confident and boyishly sexy that I’m a lost cause.

‘And we haven’t even slept yet,’ he points out.

‘I think it was precisely the not-sleeping part that made it so fun,’ I muse.

‘Wait till you sleep with me. Are you a cuddler?’

I narrow my eyes at him. ‘Not especially. Are you?’

‘I don’t really have the opportunity,’ he says. ‘I don’t tend to bring women back here, unless I’m dating someone, obviously. But that hasn’t happened for ages. Not since Alchemy.’

‘Figures. The candy’s too good at the club, right?’

‘The candy’sverygood at the club.’ God, his smile is lethal. Absolutely lethal. ‘But it was fucking delicious just now. And I want to cuddle you. You’re soft. I’m going to cuddle you all night long.’

He accompanies this statement with a brush of his knuckles over the skin of my stomach.

‘Shoot me now. You can’t tell a forty-six-year-old woman she’ssoft.You may as well tell me I have no muscle tone left.’

‘I meant your skin is soft,’ he protests. ‘You know as well as I do you’re in fantastic shape.’

He wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me down to him so we’re lying nose to nose, and God it feels good. The simple pleasure of post-coital luxuriating in Cal’s enormous bed with him is right up there. Who even am I?

‘I have a secret,’ he mutters against my lips.

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yep. Do you want to know what it is?’

‘Sure.’

‘I’m going to cuddle you so much tonight, and be so adorable, and give you so many more orgasms in the morning that you’ll have no choice but to make this a two-night sleepover.’

I smile against his mouth. He’s the absolute sweetest when he’s like this.

‘Is that right?’

‘It is. And don’t think you can argue your way out of it, because I know for a fact your kids won’t be home till Sunday afternoon.’

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