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the room?’
    â€˜I can afford it.’
    â€˜Take backhanders do you?’
    â€˜None of your business. But I mean it Kate. If you want to go you can.’
    â€˜I don’t want to go, but…’
    â€˜But what?’
    â€˜If Robbo even guessed,’ she said, looking nervously at the door.
    â€˜This is not you then?’
    â€˜No. Far from it. I’m a good girl.’
    â€˜Except for the blouse.’
    â€˜Do we have to talk about that?’
    â€˜No. All forgotten. Well?’
    â€˜Did you say something about a minibar?’
    â€˜That’s my girl.’
    â€˜Not yet, but maybe…’
    She moved into the room, dropped her bag on the floor, pulled off her hat and let her long, red hair cascade down around her shoulders.
    Ali was mesmerised. ‘God,’ he said. ‘You’re even more beautiful than I thought.’
    â€˜Thank you, kind sir.’
    â€˜I don’t believe this,’ said Ali. ‘Am I dreaming?’
    â€˜I don’t think so. I don’t believe it either.’
    â€˜But here we are.’
    â€˜So?’
    â€˜So?’
    â€˜So do something about it.’
    Suddenly they were in each other’s arms kissing madly, and they rolled onto the bed tearing at each other’s clothes. Kate was amazed at the ferocity of her passion, and she felt that she might faint with lust as Ali ripped off her underwear, then his own, to reveal his long, hard penis. ‘You’re beautiful too. Such a fucking gorgeous man,’ said Kate as she reached for him, then put his cock into her mouth.
    Ali lay back as she sucked on him. ‘Stop,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to come.’
    Kate’s response was to suck harder, as Ali tried breathlessly protesting again.
    She let him go for a moment. ‘Shut up Ali,’ she said. ‘You’re mine now.’
    Ali knew when he was beaten, and helplessly lay back on the bedcover looking at the ceiling as she brought him to a climax. ‘You bitch,’ he said, smiling at her, his face sexily flushed. ‘That was too quick.’
    â€˜Plenty of time sexy boy, I want some fun too.’
    They lay together in each other’s arms, until Ali roused himself and found a bottle of champagne in the fridge. ‘I don’t make a habit of spending my afternoons in bed with strange men.’ said Kate. ‘I don’t suppose you came prepared?’
    â€˜I told you, I was looking for a present for my sister,’ said Ali. ‘I really didn’t think anything like this was going to happen.’
    â€˜Then be careful,’ said Kate as he popped the cork and filled two glasses. ‘We don’t want any little accidents.’
    â€˜I’ll do my best,’ said Ali.
    â€˜Make sure you do.’
    They spent the rest of the afternoon making love. Kate was in a dream as she came time and time again, something that had never happened with Robbo. She was overwhelmed by the strength of her desire for Ali and felt like she imagined men did during sex, fucking Ali harder until they were both panting with exhaustion. Robbo had been the only man she had known sexually before that strange afternoon of passion. Passion that she’d never felt for her husband. She’d discussed sex with her friends, and read dozens if not hundreds of articles about it in Cosmopolitan and Marie Claire , but had half believed that what she’d heard and read was sheer fantasy. Pipe dreams invented out of frustration. But suddenly under Ali’s practised fingers and lips the fantasy came to life, and she knew that life with Robbo would never be the same again.
    At last she looked at her watch and saw it was almost five. ‘Christ, I’ve got to get back,’ she said.
    â€˜Don’t go,’ said Ali.
    â€˜I have to, sweetheart.’
    â€˜Are you driving?’
    â€˜Yes. My car’s in a garage in Berkeley Square. Thank Christ, it is, otherwise it