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up,
cursing internally as I caught the way she was looking at me, in awe. It’s
just sex, I wanted to tell her, keep your emotions out of it, but I simply
smiled, which in itself was a bad move. Her eyelashes fluttered and she started
breathing faster. I wasn’t sure if this face was a blessing or a damn curse
sometimes.
    ‘How are you feeling?’ I asked, the noise of my
brogues echoing off the hard floor below as I carried her to the next set of
double mahogany doors.
    ‘ Amazing,’ she breathed. ‘I’ve never come
so hard.’
    ‘You’ll be revising that assessment in about five minutes.’
    ‘Can we have a drink or something first? I need a
few minutes to catch my breath.’
    ‘Sure. I thought you were a cheerleader, aren’t
you super fit?’
    ‘Head cheerleader and yes, but you take it to
another level,’ she giggled. I winked and raised my eyebrows in surprise as the
doors to the enormous lounge I knew lay beyond them, automatically swung open
for us. I strode over to one of the massive leather sofas and lay her down on
it and covered her with a chocolate cashmere blanket as I marvelled at the view
of the Manhattan skyline from the floor to ceiling glass window in front of me.
The room was sumptuous in creams, chocolates and gold. It appeared that the
walls were lined with chocolate suede framed by mahogany borders which were
gilded with gold leaf. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a gas
fire roared to my left, over which the plasma screen television had to be over
sixty inches at least. A Manchester United game on that would be incredible.
    I headed over to the bar on my right, where
normally someone would be waiting to take drink or food requests, however
Camilla had advised in her report that the bartender and butler were to remain
discretely out of sight. Her bottle of champagne was chilling, the ice hadn’t
melted, which led me to wonder how many times Antoine had sent one of his team
up to replenish it, while we’d busied ourselves in the lift. Also in there was
a bottle of still water and a covered plate of freshly cut limes for me. I
smiled and poured us both a drink and returned to her. She’d struggled
partially upright on the sofa and was leaning back on the cushions with rosy
cheeks and a big smile plastered over her face.
    ‘Your champagne,’ I advised as I dipped my head
and kissed her forehead. Make the client feel special at all times, one of my
key mantras.
    ‘You’re not drinking any?’ she looked at me
surprised as I lowered myself into the sofa opposite and spread my thighs in a
masculine predatory way. I watched her eyes flick to my crotch again as she wet
her lips.
    ‘I don’t like to drink. I like to be untainted by
external influences so that I can appreciate what’s right in front of me.’
    ‘You’re very disciplined, you’d be good on the
cheerleading squad,’ she teased.
    ‘I’m not sure I’d look good in your uniform, I’d
have such trouble finding little skirts to fit me.’
    ‘Yes, cock and skirt really doesn’t do it for me.’
    ‘And what usually does it for you?’ I enquired. I
may be great in bed, but that wasn’t pure good luck, it was also down to hard
work. Not that the hours of practice could be considered hard work, unless you
counted my less selective choices in the early years as I was getting
established. But I was like a sponge, memorising exactly where each woman
moaned the most when my lips lingered, what positions made them scream the
loudest, picking up on little details that they let slip on how they like to be
touched, or treated.
    ‘Currently you,’ she laughed. ‘I’m not sure anyone
will ever live up to that fuck.’
    ‘That was my idea of making love, trust me, you’ll
know when I’ve fucked you, it will be about ten seconds before you pass out
from pleasure overload.’
    ‘O my God, I’m so done with college boys, I need a
real man, a man like you ,’ she sighed as her eyes raked my face. She
lingered