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my knickers over his solid cock. “It was horse
shit. I went into it because I was sick of putting people in boxes,
and that was all it amounted to, in the end. I dropped out.”
    “I can’t
imagine you quitting anything.”
    “It didn’t feel
like quitting, Leila. The course was a waste of my time. My dad
went berserk. Had words with people he knew there. I went back the
next year and read law.”
    “That suited
better?”
    “I wanted
philosophy or economics. He said they were useless and homosexual.”
He gave a lazy smile. “But in the end, law…I like the flexibility.
I get to reason my way out of all the boxes.” He pulled up my
skirt. “And into other things.”
    “There’s not a
lot of reason under there.”
    “Mmm.” He
brought my hands to his belt buckle and tugged it undone. “I could
change that.”
    I teased him
out from beneath his clothes, my thumbs circling his head. Each
little twitch made me ache. “How might that work?”
    He hooked a
finger under and slowly pushed my knickers aside, rubbing my clit
as he went. Our pubic bones met with a hollow thump as I sank on to
his cock. Now this was why I waxed–the sweet, sticky feel of skin
on skin. Ah .
    “Let’s see…” He
sucked on my bottom lip. “I want to hear that pitch again.”
    “Not now.”
    He shoved me
down and my laughter ebbed to a moan. “Be a good girl.”
    “I…no.”
    The world
tipped backward when he bent, and I half fell on to the rug. Thick
velour burned against my back. His arms grew solid as he leaned on
them, as he pushed my legs back with a jerk of his knee, and he
went deep enough for the line between pleasure and pain to grow
transient.
    “We’re a lot
like Redfish, you know.”
    I yelped in
response.
    “Pretending to
court this pitch, this perfect offer…when really, we were ready and
willing before we knew what was on the table.”
    I arched
involuntarily and he caught a nipple in his mouth, biting through
my flimsy dress.
    “And we will
fight out the terms with our perfect manners until we get what we
want. What suits us both.” Such a gruff voice. Caged. “Do you think
we could find something that suits us both, Leila?”
    “I–if this is
common ground, I like it.”
    His slow rhythm
was as foreboding as it was playful. “This is the battlefield.” He
pinned my hands above my head, gaining pace. “And that’s not what I
meant.” He reached down to drag my dress up, revealing the brand
he’d etched so carefully the night before. “This. This is what I
want.”
    I didn’t know
what he was implying. Didn’t have the sense to ask, either.
Charlotte whispered that I shouldn’t, and I lay consumed with
writhing pleasure and the echo of my pulse in my ears.
    “Joe…”
    “Yeah?” The
word disintegrated to a low groan.
    “I…I just like
saying it. Feels good in my mouth.”
    “Oh.
Jesus.”
    If he’d found
reason, now he ignored it, pounding himself into me hard enough to
bruise. I closed in around him, a fleshy corset with the ribbons
bound tight to his hips–either they would snap or I would. Ladies
first…
    Then he
stopped. His whisper was rough around my earlobe. “Hands and
knees.”
    For a moment, I
lay panting on the floor. Then it occurred to me what that meant.
Cool air rushed between my thighs and as it tickled, I realized how
soaking wet I was. I rolled on to my belly, and he tugged down my
knickers as my ass rose.
    I’d been
waiting for him to do this since that first night in the Trafalgar
hotel.
    To give him
credit, he was gentler than he’d ever been–I was so unprepared–but
I yielded like it didn’t matter and cried out at the warm ache. He
filled the valley he shouldn’t, the valley that pined for him
regardless, and I lurched forward only to sink back on to him all
over again.
    “You’re good at
this.” He groaned. He brushed fingers around my hipbone, already
making the little circles that would drive me mad. I swear he
ploughed even deeper on that first