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whose colour was a
deep, dark plum at the edges and blossomed into a rich tempting pink at the centre, like a fruit you couldn’t wait to taste.
    Jerome let Evie look him over without saying a word. He sprawled there, legs wide, drinking champagne from a glass that looked small and fragile in his huge hand, a smile on his lips, so sure of
her answer that he didn’t need to prompt her any further.
    Fuck it, Evie thought. What am I going to do, spend the rest of my life moping after Lawrence? We don’t want the same thing. And there’s a hot, hot guy sitting in front of me, just
waiting for me to say yes. Plus, he’s right: I’ve got stuff to celebrate.
    I’d be nuts to turn this down.
    Not taking her eyes of Jerome’s, she reached out with her left hand and turned the latch of the door, locking it. And then, with a swift, practiced shrug of her shoulders, she slipped the
robe off her shoulders, letting it slide down to drop on the floor. Beneath it she wore only her G-string and the silver dust that still clung to her skin like body paint.
    Jerome finished off his champagne in one go, putting the glass on the dressing table. His hands went to his crotch, stroking his cock through his track pants, showing Evie the full dimensions of
it.
    ‘Babe, you got me rock-hard already,’ he drawled, smiling at her. ‘Hard as fucking wood.’
    Jerome wasn’t heavily, obviously muscled: a contortionist couldn’t be, because he needed to be as lean, as stretched-out, as possible. But to hold the positions he did, he had to be
strong, strong as tensile steel, and the veins showed on his forearms as he worked on himself, the light gleaming on his dark skin and striking crimson and auburn lights from the sheen of sweat at
his neck, on his bare shaven scalp.
    Evie walked towards him till she was standing between his legs. She reached down to replace his hands with her own, but to her surprise, Jerome gently pushed her away.
    ‘I got a way I like to do things,’ he said, patting his thigh for her to sit down. ‘You wanna hear about it?’
    ‘Sure,’ Evie said, taking a seat on his impossibly long leg, watching his hands come up to cup the small points of her breasts, relishing the contrast of black on white, of the fact
that his hands were so large they almost covered her entire chest. She arched into them, and Jerome cupped her more firmly, stroking her nipples with his thumbs, the slow steady gesture showing the
pink pads of his fingers, the paler skin on his palms.
    ‘What I like to do to start proceedings off with a bang,’ Jerome said, stroking her so she started to moan in pleasure, ‘is eat pussy. I really, really like to eat pussy. You
down with that?’
    He was so close to her now that Evie could lean forward just a touch and kiss his plummy lips, those full soft lips that no white guy could possibly possess. She brushed her mouth against his,
relishing the yielding, cushiony feel, and whispered:
    ‘Sure, Jerome. I’m down with tha—’
    Boom! The next thing she knew, she was spinning in the air. Jerome had grabbed her ass, picked her up and lifted her effortlessly, his big arms bulging as he threw her into the air, turning her
round, catching her waist as she hung upside down, her legs pointing up to the ceiling.
    ‘Hold on tight,’ he said, as she wrapped her thighs around his neck, one ankle crossed over the other, her lean legs all sleek muscle, forming a lock that even Jerome would have
needed to use considerable force to break. He was supporting her, his hands under her small buttocks, which were barely bigger than his palms; but though he was taking most of her weight, she still
needed to keep the lock around his neck.
    It was a game, and they both knew it. Jerome had to hold up Evie, Evie had to keep locked onto him, while, simultaneously, they pleasured each other; it was a glorious showing off, a celebration
of the extraordinary strength, flexibility and athleticism they had both worked