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she fought to control herself, holding her breath and quivering as the pressure mounted inside her. She felt as if her stomach and cunt were being twisted like a rubber band until she could no longer hold herself back, her orgasm rushing like a tsunami through her body, crushing her strength and self control like a sailboat on the leading wave. She soaked Jenna’s hand as her muscles went into spasm, almost crushing the younger woman’s fingers. “Oh gods! Oh, gods.” Felicia sobbed into Jenna’s neck as the convulsions ran through her, and Jenna slowed the rhythm down until she was barely moving, allowing Felicia to rock backward and forward over her hand.
    “Not my clit.” Felicia’s lips brushed Jenna’s ear. “It’s too sensitive now.” Jenna lifted her thumb away. “That’s better. Thank you. You can stop now.” She gave a small yelp as Jenna did as she was asked.
    “You’re quick,” the butch told her, bringing a hand to her face to appreciate the scent. She licked her fingers, which caused Felicia to laugh.
    “I’m not used to being so skillfully played.” She bent to pull up her knickers. Jenna’s hand on her own stopped her.
    “I think I earned these.” She slipped them off over Felicia’s boots. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?”
    Felicia laughed. “I know what I want, that’s all.” She stood and flushed the toilet for the sake of appearance, the noise drowning anything that Jenna might have wanted to say in reply. “I’ll go out and wash my hands. When I’ve finished, give me three minutes before you follow, all right?”
    Jenna nodded, a smile washing over her features. “You’ve had sex in a public toilet and suddenly you’re shy?” She laughed. “Have it your way then.”
    Felicia brushed her lips across the younger woman’s but yelped and drew back when she felt the tender skin catch on something sharp. She lifted Jenna’s lip. “Oh, you have a broken tooth. I’d get that seen to if I were you. It looks like the nerve is exposed.” She left, washing her hands and drying them under a blast of warm air. “Three minutes, remember.”
    * * * *
    Felicia sank into the back of the taxi with a sigh of contentment, giving the driver the address of the gallery where she’d left her Audi. She brushed her fingers over her tender nipple, reliving the sensations in her mind. That had been one of her more interesting liaisons, but she had no idea why she’d run away. It was more usual for her to spend at least part of the night with her temporary conquests. She looked up, catching the taxi driver looking at her and smiled, turning to stare out of the window instead.
     

 
    Chapter 5
     
    Felicia was glad when her phone alarm began beeping. Morning could not have come quickly enough for her to escape her nightmares. She groaned and reached to press the off button, resolving never to mix a gallery viewing with late-night clubbing and hot, sordid sex again. Any two, yes, but not all three.
    She felt an odd stiffness in her neck as she stretched and yawned. Felicia blinked her eyes free of sleep and touched the sore spot, feeling the dampness of a weeping wound before a stiletto of pain prodded her into full awareness. She winced and swung her legs out of bed, the morning need to relieve her bladder competing with her desire to investigate the wound.
    Despite her glasses, her reflection was blurred and she blinked several times to clear it but to no avail. Instead, she slipped her hand under the lenses and rubbed at the sockets. There was still no improvement.
    Felicia blinked. She was too tired to think. Why would she not be able to see more than a blur in the mirror, with or without her glasses? She knew she hadn’t left her contacts in because the plastic case containing them was on the counter.
    That surprised her. She took a step forward and they came into sharp focus. Her eyesight had improved by roughly half a degree. How was that possible? The optician had warned her