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hand beneath the pillow, he pulled a condom packet out from under it.
    ‘You were sure of yourself.’ She watched him handle himself, sliding on the contraceptive. ‘Condom always at the ready, eh?’
    ‘Hopeful, rather than sure, love. One always lives in hope,’ he said, adjusting the fit, then, happy with it, rolling between her thighs.
    Leaning his weight on his arm, he kissed her, his mouth soft, beguiling, and loving. Between her thighs, he guided his cock to her entrance, notched himself there, and pushed in, working his hips in a long, smooth shove.
    Lizzie clove to him, bringing her knees right up, tilting her pelvis, coaxing him,
commanding
him to go deeper.
    ‘Yes. Oh God, yes,’ he chanted, starting to thrust. It wasn’t eloquent, but to Lizzie it was music. She added mutterings and encouragements of her own, swinging herself against him as he plunged into her. On instinct, she locked her ankles at the base of his spine, straining against him and drawing him in deeper.
    Grunting, gasping, and happily cursing, they rocked and slammed against each other, every one of John’s thrusts knocking against her clitoris, again and again.
    It didn’t take long, and within moments, she was coming again, shouting out loud, barely coherent, praising his name as her body rippled and clenched and embraced him. Her fingers gouged at his back and buttocks as she climaxed, and she knew, in a clear high-floating part of her mind, that she was hurting him, but she could no sooner stop doing it than stop breathing.
    ‘Oh my lovely, lovely girl …’ John’s voice cracked as his hips hammered, the unmistakable strokes pounding into her as he seemed to come and come and come, taking her up, flying high with him again.
    ‘Oh my lovely, lovely man,’ she echoed, laughing with pleasure and going limp as they floated down together, spent.

2
What Now?
    ‘So, what now?’
    It had to be said, but still Lizzie froze, waiting on tenterhooks. Back in the car park, at the station, he’d been all about her ‘taking him on’, but what did that really mean? They led completely different lives, located in completely different places. How on earth was a proper ‘relationship’ going to work?
    John gave her a crooked grin, and a shrug, and her tension ebbed. The gesture was so boyish, so not the all-powerful businessman, that it always got to her. She loved him as the dominant one, and her sometime master. But seeing glimpses of this other John, the cute, slightly unsure, slightly younger incarnation, was just adorable … and another huge turn-on.
    Focus, woman.
    ‘Well, to be honest, love, I haven’t really thought it all through yet. I just decided to drop everything and come north, when Brent said … well, when he said you were missing me.’ He poured tea into two turquoise china cups, then added milk. He’d rung down for room service after they’d made love, andit had arrived while Lizzie had been showering. Now they were sitting together on the bed, bundled in towelling robes, nibbling the Waverley’s delicious home-made biscuits, the tea tray their impromptu ‘what next’ picnic.
    ‘And I thought I was the impulsive one. You’re usually the man with the plan right out of the gate, being Mr Business and all.’ Lizzie grinned at him. It was always fun to tease him. She knew what it often led to, and that was something simple and thrilling and relatively uncomplicated, compared to the tangle of ‘relationships’.
    ‘Indeed I am. Just shows what you do to me, you perplexing madam.’ John grinned back, his face alight. She’d never seen anyone with a smile quite like his. Always new, it had that magic quality of lighting up a room. Her hand shook as she reached out for the cup and saucer he held out to her.
    The tea was perfect. Milk, no sugar, just as strong as she liked it. He’d clearly noted her preferences a month ago.
    ‘It’s quite a kick to be able to send a grown man, and such a mega alpha male,