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grabbed my wrist and tugged me inside.
    I squeaked with surprise but found myself standing inside his warm and cosy house on a very threadbare, very old but still very colourful rag rug. ‘Stand here. I’ll get you some towels. Take your boots off.’
    I stayed on the rug and bent to unlace them. The main room in his home had the sweeping ceilings like my main room – it was very similar. But his sofa was coffee brown instead of cream like mine. There were tons of throw blankets on the back that made me want to curl up and hibernate among his cushions. The sofa was flanked by huge overstuffed chairs and matching ottomans. A rough raw wood coffee tale completed it. The windows that made me think of blind eyes were transparent once you were inside. I watched the lake dance under the driving rain and waited on the rug like a good girl.
    ‘Here. Let’s get you warm.’
    ‘I really only came to say I was sorry.’ I tried to go on but my teeth were chattering and I realised that I had broken out in goosebumps. A shiver worked through me and I said ‘whoa’ without thinking.
    ‘Come on. You’re going to seriously catch a chill and then you’ll have to let poor Irv down.’
    I blinked at him but dumbly stood and let him unbutton my plaid shirt. ‘How did you know?’
    He grinned and I fought an insane urge to touch his beard. I failed. So I did reach out and touch it.
    We both stilled for a moment and I felt a rush of wetness that had nothing to do with rain. Maybe Allister Lake had turned me into a sex pervert – that was what Nan always called it. That man’s a sex pervert  … And thinking that way made me smile.
    Shepherd smiled back and popped the button on my jeans. Hadn’t I just been doing something similar to this with good old Adrian?
    He’s a sexual deviant … I heard Adrian’s warning in my head, but instead of fear, I felt nothing but curiosity and lust.
    ‘Irving called me to thank me for sending you his way. So …’ He pushed my jeans down but didn’t touch my panties. Pale blue, soaking wet, clinging to me. Leaving little to the imagination, clearly accenting a very properly trimmed bit of pubic hair and I swore I could feel my clit – engorged and at attention – pressing to the damp fabric.
    His intense brown eyes studied me and I saw the tension in his jaw, barely restrained but sexy as shit.
    ‘So?’ I barely managed.
    ‘So, I know you won’t be here for dinner like we’d planned.’ He dropped my jeans on top of my shirt and started to towel me off. First my hair, then my neck. When he dried my shoulders and then over my bra, heat flooded my nipples and my collarbone. I knew that if I looked in the mirror my chest would be flushed a brazen red, the way it gets when I am turned on beyond belief.
    ‘Oh,’ I said.
    Brilliant.
    His towel – a well-worn green swathe of cotton – slithered down my belly and then caught my arms up to dry them. He dried over my panties and my hips and when he looked up at me my heart seized up.
    There was something about seeing a man that big down on his knees.
    ‘So I thought we could eat late,’ he said.
    The towel joined the pile of wet clothes and I rubbed my thighs together, feeling more naked in my wet bra and panties than I would have were I actually naked. ‘OK. We can eat late. I don’t know what time–’
    ‘Let’s say eleven.’
    Shepherd touched my navel and my body galloped with need. The fine muscles in my belly fluttered and my pussy flexed with anticipation. I bit my lip hard to try and focus. I failed.
    ‘OK.’ I rubbed my legs together again and thought what a stupid thing to do. It only made the full and swollen feeling in my cunt worse.
    ‘Am I scaring you?’ He was still on his knees.
    ‘No,’ I lied.
    ‘Does it help?’ He touched my hip bones so gently I wouldn’t have been sure he actually touched me had I not been watching.
    ‘Does what help?’
    ‘When you clench your thighs together does it help you not