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whispered, nibbling on her ear, ‘and then I’ll tell you mine. Who knows, we might even find we have one in common.’
    ‘And we do have all night.’
    He laughed again. ‘Are you telling me you’re insatiable?’
    ‘I don’t know.’ She tugged at the studs of his collar, and then at the top buttons of his stiff dress shirt, sliding her hand inside. Skin. Rough hair. Heat. ‘But I think I’d like to find out. Starting right now.’
    ‘Here?’
    She had never done this. There would be nothing to compare it to. No memories to be erased by it. ‘Yes,’ Vera said, ‘here, and now.’ She released him only to unfasten the sash of her gown, letting the silk slide down her arms to pool at her feet. It would be ruined. She didn’t care. She stood in the soft pool of light coming through the long windows, wearing only her skimpy stage outfit. She let him look at her, relishing her curves for once, enjoying the way he looked, as hungry as she felt. Then she took a step back towards him and hooked a hand round his neck and pulled him towards her. ‘My dream, then. I want you here, and now, and I want you fast, and hard.’
    ***
    ‘I’m already hard,’ Justin said, ‘and frankly it’s as well you want it fast, because it’s been so long I’m not sure I can manage anything else.’
    Vera’s mouth, glossily crimson, sinfully curved, formed into the most provocative of smiles. ‘What are you waiting for?’
    ‘I’m not.’ He pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily, twining her arms around his neck. He ran his hands over her body, over the sheath of gold satin that was her stage outfit, down the curve of her spine to the plump swell of her behind, curling his fingers into the soft flesh, and pulling her up against him.
    Her mouth opened to his, her tongue seeking his. Her hands were in his hair, on his shoulders, yanking his dinner jacket onto the ground, tearing at the buttons of his waistcoat and his shirt. Long, scarlet nails on his skin, hands splayed, making his heart feel too big for his chest, making him throb.
    He tore his mouth from hers to kiss the white, smooth line of her throat, down to the deep vee of her costume, into the valley between her breasts. They staggered backwards, against the high parapet of the balcony. He released his hold on her delightful rear to cup one of her breasts, watching the way one nipple hardened and peaked through the gold, dipping his head to suck on the other, through the material.
    She moaned. The most delightful sound of pleasure. He sucked again, her nipple puckering in his mouth. He slid his hand down, under the gold fringes that formed the skimpy skirt. The flesh at the top of her stockings was warm, soft. The bodice seemed to be sealed. He flattened his hand over her sex, feeling the heat of her through the silk. She rubbed herself against him. Damp.
    He opened his eyes, and the ground swam up. Cursing, kissing, he steered them away from the edge of the balcony to the wall of the suite which bordered the long windows. He could see their reflection in the panes. Vera leaning back against the stone, one leg wrapped around his. His white shirt hanging loose. Her hands on him. His on her. A white thigh above her black stocking. Gold fringes like sunrays.
    Then he kissed her again, and forgot to look. There was no way into the costume. He stroked her through it. Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as she arched, rubbing herself against his hand. ‘Harder,’ she said, her voice rough in his ear, ‘harder.’
    He yanked at the satin, and it tore. She was so wet, he thought he might come, just touching her. His fingers slid in, and she moaned harshly. Tight. She was so tight. He stroked. She tensed. He stroked.
    ‘Now, Justin. Now,’ she said.
    He had to let her go to get at the condoms. He was shaking, fumbling with the packaging as she fumbled with his trousers. It ought to have been embarrassing but they were both beyond