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murmured into her ear, his breath warm against her skin. 'You know it
turns me on.'
    She laughed softly. 'But, Simon, most of my
dresses seem to turn you on.'
    'Mm.' His lips explored the long, graceful
curve of her neck and his hands had found her breasts. 'And your tight jeans,
and bikinis, and those see through nightdresses you wear to tantalise me.'
    Cassie turned to face him and put her arms
round his neck. 'That seems to be everything I possess. 'Maybe it's just
because you're in them, then.'
    He lowered his head to kiss her and Cassie
felt the familiar flame of sexuality begin to burn in her veins.
    Her lips parted under his as she returned his
kiss ardently, eagerly. Simon's arms tightened and he pulled her close against
him put a hand low on her hips, his breathing quickening when she moved
voluptuously.
    His voice thick, he said, 'Let's go to bed.'
But Cassie decided to tease him a little. 'But the glasses…'
    'To hell with the glasses!' He went to draw
her to- wards the bedroom, but she pulled away. 'No, Simon, I really ought to
rinse them now.' His eyes narrowed, but a second later he realised she was just
playing a game and a devilish glint came into his dark eyes. 'Well, if you
won't go to bed…' And he bore her down on to the deep softness of the carpet.
'Simon!' Cassie pretended to be shocked, but her whole body surged with
excitement and anticipation. It was always like this, had been from the very
start; he had only to kiss her and she wanted him, wanted to touch and be
touched, to love and be loved, to lose herself in passionate abandon until they
reached a dizzying climax of mutual ecstasy.
    He tossed his jacket and tic on to the settee
and lay down beside her, kissing her unhurriedly, but his hands and lips
swiftly rousing her to passion as he murmured endearments in her ear. He always
said the most wonderful things when he made love, his words exciting her almost
as much as the things he did to her. She moaned as he fondled her, luxuriating
in his lovemaking, but, as always the first time, impatient to be taken,
wanting him now, now!
    But tonight they were interrupted by the
insistent bleep of the telephone, and Cassie groaned as he rolled off her.
    'Damn that thing!' Simon swore as he sat up.
'Don't answer it,' Cassie pleaded, but Simon shook his head.
    'Can't be done, love, I'm afraid. They know
I'm here.'
    He got up and crossed to lift the receiver,
standing with his back to her while he talked. Cassie pulled herself up on to
her knees and leant against the settee, straightening her hair and pushing it
back over her shoulders while she listened to his end of the conversation.
    From the sound of it, there was another
emergency in Scotland.
    Simon confirmed her guess as soon as he
replaced the receiver. 'It's the oil terminal again, I'm afraid. And this time
the trouble can't be solved over the phone; I'll have to go up there.'
    'Oh, Simon, do you have to?'
    ' 'Fraid so, love.'
    Resignedly Cassie went to stand up. 'I'll get
your panic bag for you, then, while you change. Are you going by train?'
    'No, in the company plane. They're sending a
car to pick me up.' He put his hand on her shoulder to stop her rising. 'I told
them to get here in half an hour. A lot can happen in half an hour,' he added
with a wicked grin as he dropped to his knees beside her.
    'Can it?' Cassie smiled back at him and put
her hands on his shoulders.
    'Such as?'
    'Such as this, for a start.' And he again
bore her down to the floor.
    Simon was ready when the car arrived, but
only just; he had only finished dressing as the chauffeur rang the bell. Cassie
handed him his overcoat and held his
    'panic bag'-a fold-over wardrobe case
containing another suit and enough clothes for a two or three-day stay and
which was always kept in readiness-while he shrugged it on. Then he grabbed his
briefcase and was moving towards the door.
    'How long do you think you'll be away?' she
asked.    
    He shrugged. 'No idea. Depends on how