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catch my breath. I was so fucking turned on – out of control. I was at the mercy of Quinn.
    “Quinn,” I murmured.
    Silence. Just the sound of my own quickening breath and racing heart.
    His fingers slipped faster inside and outside of me, bringing me ever closer to coming. I threw my head back and lifted my butt off the bathroom floor. His firm fingers pushed deeper into me. He hooked them upwards so the tips of his fingers and knuckles were rubbing that area deep inside of me.
    That swelling-ache of needing to come, bringing me to the point of overflowing, was overwhelming.
    “Faster,” I breathed. “Faster!”
    His thumb and fingers slid and pushed inside of my pussy until I could bear it no more. My whole body locked up intensely as he fucked me with his fingers. A flood of wetness gushed out between my legs. The orgasm rushed through me – over me – like a hot wave, as his fingers, my fingers, showed no sign of slowing or easing. I felt my come splash over my hands that were buried deep between my legs.
    I reached for him, wanting to pull him close to me as I came. I wanted Quinn to make me come again. I ached for him to roll me over, draw me up onto all fours, grip my arse, spread me open, and drive himself into me. As my orgasm began to weaken and fade as it passed throughout me, I knew Quinn wasn’t ever going to make me come again. The closest I was ever going to get to that happening was in my memories, dreams, and own personal fantasies. With my fingers feeling slick and wet, I slid them from between my legs.
    There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door.
    “Mia?” Nathan called from the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”
    Quickly gathering my pajamas together, I scrambled to my feet.
    “I’ll be out in a moment,” I said, hopping on one foot as I hurriedly pulled on my clothes.
    “You sounded like you were crying or something,” Nathan said, rattling the door handle from the other side.
    “I’m okay, honest,” I called out, frantically re-buttoning my shirt.
    “Are you sure?” he asked, the door handle moving up and down again.
    Brushing my sweat-dampened hair from my brow, I opened the bathroom door. Nathan stood on the other side wearing just a white cotton pair of boxer shorts.
    “What’s going on?” he quizzed, glancing over my shoulder and into the bathroom. “You look all sweaty and out of breath, like you’ve been running or something?”
    “I had a nightmare that was all,” I said, taking him by the hand and leading him back to bed. “I just splashed some water on my face.”
    “As long as you are okay?” he said, sounding concerned.
    “I’m fine, honest,” I said, climbing back into bed. “It was just a bad nightmare.”
    Sliding into bed next to me, Nathan said, “Would you like a cuddle to help keep the boogeyman away?”
    “That would be nice,” I smiled, resting my head against his chest.
    Nathan coiled one of his strong arms around me, pulling me close. I lay and listened to his beating heart and closed my eyes. Sleep came quickly.

Six
     
    We left the hotel after breakfast. Our parents and friends waved us off as we drove away. My mother and father looked happy. Although I had never told them my secret, they knew me well enough to know I hadn’t been happy for a few years now. Neither of my parents were the kind of people who showed their feelings, let alone discussed them. The closest my mother had ever come to trying to find out what my problem might have been, was when she asked casually one morning, “Are you feeling well, Mia? You seem a little withdrawn, dear.”
    “I’m okay,” I lied.
    “Okay,” she smiled, plucking up her car keys and heading for one of her ladies coffee mornings.
    The problem was , I don’t think either of my parents knew how to talk to me. At the age of five, I had been ushered off to the convent where I had been schooled, only coming home to my parents at the end of each term, summer, and Christmas holidays. As I