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long, indecent licking kiss, messy and animal. ‘Surely you understand how we men sometimes are?’
    ‘Yes . . . yes, of course I do . . . Men are perverts,’ she panted, bearing down on his relentless fingertip that was rocking now. ‘At least the fun ones mostly are, in my experience.’
    ‘Oh brava! Bravissima! That’s my girl . . .’ Latching his mouth on to her earlobe in a wicked nip, he circled his finger, working her clit like a bearing, rolling and pushing.
    As his teeth closed tighter, just for an instant, he overcame her. She shouted, something incoherent, orgasming hard in sharp, intense waves, her flesh rippling.
    The waves were still rolling when he slapped again, with his fully open hand, right across her bottom cheek.
    ‘Ow! Oh God!’
    John nuzzled her neck, still making magic with his finger, and torment with his hand, more and more slaps. Her body was a maelstrom, her nerves not sure what was happening, pain and pleasure whipping together in a froth. She gripped him hard, holding on, dimly aware that she might be hurting him too with her vice-like hold.
    ‘Oh please . . . time out,’ she begged after what could have been moments, or much longer.
    The slaps stopped, and he curved his whole hand around her crotch, the gesture vaguely protective . . . or perhaps possessive?
    ‘Not used to coming when you’re “on duty”?’ His voice was silky and provocative, but good-humoured. ‘It’s nice to know I managed to make you lose it. Seems that I’ve not lost my touch.’ He pressed a kiss to her neck, snaking his arm around her back, supporting her.
    Lizzie blinked, feeling odd, unsorted. She hadn’t expected to feel quite this much with him. It had all started as a lark, a bit of fun, testing herself to see if she could get away with her pretence. She still didn’t know if she’d achieved that, and she wasn’t sure John Smith would give her a straight answer if she found a way to ask him.
    Either way, he’d touched her more than just physically. He’d put heat in her bottom, and confusion in her soul.
    For a few moments, she just let herself be held, trying not to think. She was half draped across the body of a man she barely knew, with several hundred pounds of his money in her bag and on the dresser. His hand was still tucked inside her panties, cradling her pussy, wet with her silk.
    ‘You’re very wet down there, sweetheart,’ he said, as if he’d read her thoughts again. He sounded pleased with himself, which, she supposed he should be if he really believed she was an escort and he’d got her as dripping wet as this. ‘And real, too . . . not out of a tube.’ He dabbled in her pond.
    ‘It’s not unknown, John. I told you that . . . Some of us enjoy our profession very much. We make the most of our more attractive clients.’
    ‘Flatterer,’ he said, but she detected a pleased note in his voice. He was a man and only human. They all liked to be praised for their prowess. His hand closed a little tighter on her sex, finger flexing. ‘Do you think you could oblige this attractive client with a fuck now? Nothing fancy this time. Just a bit of doggy style, if you don’t mind.’
    In spite of everything, Lizzie laughed out loud. He was a sexy, possibly very devious character, but she also sensed he was a bit of a caution too, a man with whom one could have good fun without sex ever being involved.
    ‘I’d be glad to,’ she replied, impetuously kissing him on the cheek, wondering if that was right for her role. Straightening up, she moved onto the bed, feeling his hand slide out of her underwear. ‘Like this?’ She went up on her knees on the mattress, close to the edge, reaching around to tug at her knickers and make way for him.
    ‘Delightful . . . Hold that thought. I’ll be right with you.’
    Over her shoulder, Lizzie watched him boldly, eager to see if his cock was as good as it had felt through his clothes.
    Swiftly, John unbuttoned his washed-slate-blue waistcoat,