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to have dinner with them the next day. She had to sit there and look as if she knew nothing of their private lives. The problem was she couldn’t help herself. Resting her hand on her chest, she stopped fighting it and pushed away the guilt, al owing herself to take it al in.
    Pride swelled inside Josh as he undressed this big, brusque man who’d made him turn, the man who’d made him deny what his family expected
    —a girlfriend, wife and children. With his hands inside the big man’s shirt, he rubbed Stewart’s hard nipples with his fingertips, making Stewart arch and shudder. He ran his hands down his lover’s hard abdomen, stroking each and every muscle, memories whispering through his mind of the times they had first chatted together in Stewart’s gym. Joshua had gone there to work out during the icy weather when he couldn’t cycle as much, the year before. Even after the snow had gone, Stewart kept drawing him back to the place. They chatted, and Joshua gravitated to the times when Stewart was on duty, timing his visits so that they could talk. Sometimes they worked out together if the gym wasn’t busy and Stewart could leave his post at the reception. At first, Joshua identified it as sound male friendship, nothing more. His admiration for Stewart was easy to excuse at first. Until one day they had an encounter in the communal male shower area, and there was no denying what he really wanted.
    As the memory of that forbidden encounter flitted through his mind, ever so briefly, Hol y’s lust hit fever pitch. She thrust her hand between her legs, cupping her pussy tightly and squeezing it for relief. Too soon his thoughts moved on, and she prayed and hoped that he would think of that first encounter again. She wanted to know what had gone on and how their first sexual encounter had evolved. Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, she tried to ground herself, but it was no good. Joshua was now thinking about what he was about to do to Stewart.
    Going to make you come, lover. The determined thought echoed round Hol y’s mind. Hol y groaned and writhed in her bed, her fingers paddling her swol en clitoris. It wasn’t good enough. What she wanted was what she could feel tantalisingly through that psychic connection—a hard cock. Her face heated as the blatant realisation ran through her.
    Joshua was so vividly aware of his erection and what he wanted to do with it, it drove her wild. She wanted to be there with them and she couldn’t help imagining how it might feel to hold both their cocks, one in each hand, and work them up and down. She squeezed her clit, spreading her juices over it.
    It stil wasn’t enough.
    The nagging ache at the pit of her bel y was building, until al she could think about was finding relief, fil ing herself with something hard and riding it.
    She threw back the quilt and leapt out of bed, charging for the wardrobe. Dropping to her knees, she rooted around inside it.
    Two years ago her flatmate, Caroline, had given her a vibrator as a joke for Christmas. She’d never wanted to use the thing, not until now. Now she was desperate for something big and hard inside her and masturbating with her fingers just wasn’t cutting it tonight.
    “Too damned close, but too far away,” she muttered.
    Meanwhile Joshua had released Stewart’s impressive erection from his jeans and was stroking it. She could feel the heat of it in her hand and needed the vibrator to fil the space where she wanted it to be.
    In between stacks of shoes and retired handbags, her hand knocked up against the stiff plastic packaging and she retrieved it from the depths of the wardrobe. Darting back to the bed, she attempted to get it open as she went, which seemed almost impossible. Eventual y she prised off the packaging and got the thing out.
    It felt magnificent under her fingers, long and hard and phal ic. She never thought she’d be so glad to see the wretched thing, but now she wanted to worship it. She