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of Daniel’s wild retreat.
    ‘Er … yes, it probably was,’ he agrees softly.
    Now I’m crosser than ever. I know it’s mainly frustration, but still I lash out.
    ‘So it’s OK for you to look down my top and admire my cleavage, but it’s not OK for me to make a move on you?’
    He makes a little huffing sound, as if perplexed. He obviously does not like complications.
    ‘That’s not exactly what I meant by a mistake.’ He’s in control again now, although a glance downwards shows he’s still perky. ‘It’s just that you and I have an excellent professional relationship. In the library. And I enjoy our interaction there.’ He taps the tips of his fingers against each other, something that I think means he’s nervous but trying to squash it. ‘And I wouldn’t want to spoil that or make things embarrassing for you.’
    ‘Of course not, Professor, consider it unspoilt and me un-embarrassed.’
    Oh, please don’t behave like a brat, Gwen. You’re a grown woman, not a kiddie who’s just had her lollipop stolen. I know it’s a nice lollipop … it felt heavenly to the touch … but please act sensibly, will you?
    ‘Good, I’m glad that’s settled.’ Tap, tap, tap, go the fingers, and while my wayward pussy throbs, craving their dexterity, another part of me suddenly wonders if it’s all tactics, some kind of clever and devious act. ‘Would you like me to walk you back to the library? Just in case?’
    For a moment I wonder what the hell he’s talking about, then it dawns on me. Is he concerned about me being stalked by Nemesis? Playing the chivalry card?
    ‘No. Thanks. I’ll be fine. I think I’ll walk into the Cathedral Centre and do some shopping. There’s no need to worry about me.’
    This is doing my head in. I don’t want to get involved in any more mind games. I hardly know Daniel Brewster any better than I do Nemesis. I have to get out of here.
    ‘Right. OK. I’ll see you later.’
    With that, I twirl on my heel, crunching the gravel and speed away as fast as I can without actually running.
    I manage fine. I get as far as the corner, and I can’t hear him following me. But then I spoil everything. When I look back, he’s still standing there. He should be frowning but he’s actually smiling, nay, grinning. Which makes him twice as beautiful and ten times as infuriating.
    And as far as I can tell he’s
still
got an erection!

3 Self-indulgence Kit
    AH, MY BEAUTIFUL Gwendolynne … do you have a lover? Much as I’d like to have you all to myself, I can’t imagine that there isn’t a man in your life. Or even men. Any male who crosses your path would get a hard-on
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    It’s another note. More copperplate seduction waiting for me when I got back from lunch … As if I haven’t got enough trouble.
    Of course you have a lover. Why wouldn’t you? And just to prove that I’m not jealous or possessive, I don’t resent him at all, I just admire him for his sublime taste in women
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    So, this stud of yours, does he visit you often? And do you wait for him in bed, heart beating in anticipation of a sweet new fuck? Does your delicious, trembling body warm for him and grow moist, ready for his cock?
    If I were he, I’d come to you every single night. I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d let myself into your room, and pause for a moment on the threshold to savour that gut-kick moment of knowing that soon I was going to be inside you
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    Ah, there you are, spread out on those satin sheets again, perhaps wearing the silk lingerie we discussed earlier. You’re drowsing, dreamy, waiting … Perhaps you’re touching yourself, savouring your own readiness, your fingertips slyly tucked beneath the exquisite thong you wear? In the soft grove of your pubis there’s a flowing well of moisture, oozing and silky. You rub yourself lightly, imagining the touch is mine – his – and preparing yourself. You want to be ready. Ready to rise to a swift orgasm, hungry for initial pleasure. For a delicious