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twisted under his grip and heard him moan.
    Struck with sudden lewd inspiration, Kara arched her spine so that Tam’s cock could sink in as deep as possible. His balls slammed against her arse as he screwed her to the hilt, and she felt the pang inside as he hit her centre, thumped against her cervix like the bang of a deep bass drum.
    It was enough to send him over the edge; Kara heard his sharp intake of breath as he bucked once more, jerked against her and slipped out suddenly.
    She heard him cry out as the warm rain of his sperm scattered over her arse, cooling almost as soon as it touched her skin. His voice sounded surprised, like she’d tricked him somehow. It was such a swift and explosive climax Kara almost laughed. But the frig had exhilarated her – barely taken the edge off her horniness and primed her nicely for her next assignation. She liked the thought of visiting Mike ready-fucked.
    Kara held her skirt up gingerly, taking care not to let it brush against the wet spots on her ass. Tam’s hand was shaking as he did up his zip. ‘Fetch me a tissue, will you?’ she asked, and felt herself slip back into control as he did her bidding, fetching a cloth from the radiator and dabbing at her. It was pleasant, the feel of him rubbing the slick of his sperm into her skin, acting almost tenderly now as he cleaned her carefully. His breath was still ragged, as though he was recovering from a shock, and Kara smiled.
    ‘I think that makes us quits,’ she said as he finished.
    She expected him to laugh, and got a surprise when she looked up to find an expression on his face she’d never seen before. His jaw was tight and his brown eyes as sticky as tar, and for a moment she wondered if they were due another tantrum. The inevitable fight that seemed to happen every time they fucked. Kara stuck her chest out, ready to argue the toss. But Tam just tore his eyes away, balled up the towel and threw it at the laundry basket.
    ‘Tam?’ she said, confused.
    He was leaving, already, walking slowly towards the door with his usual lazy swagger a little exaggerated. He didn’t turn and Kara watched open-mouthed as he disappeared down the hall.
    ‘Not even a goodbye?’ she said. ‘What the fuck was that – wham-bam-not-even-a-thank-you, ma’am?’
    The front door closed quietly, leaving Kara alone with Ella still wailing ‘Bewitched, bothered and bewildered,’ in the next room.
    Kara swore, crashed through to the sitting room and kicked the stereo with the point of her shoe, sending the needle skidding across the record and abruptly cutting the song short. ‘You can shut up, too,’ she muttered.
    The studio was an old church that looked over the park, converted tastefully with a lot of glass and polished wood dividing the large space. Slick, Kara thought as she approached. She buzzed and waited, checking her hair with a quick glance in the reflection of the plate glass.
    Mike eventually strolled to the door, smiling as he unlocked it. He was in a shirt and chinos, sleeves rolled up as though he’d been working. If he’d had a late night at the launch party it hardly showed – he was as coolly handsome as ever. Like an actor, Kara thought as he pulled the door open.
    ‘You look amazing,’ he said, waving her in.
    ‘Thank you.’
    ‘Come through to the office,’ he said, ‘I’m just finishing some paperwork.’ He led Kara across the reception area and upstairs into a bright airy room. It was sparsely furnished – an upright piano stood against one wall and there was a desk by the open window. The place smelled of fresh paint, and a vase of freesias on the window sill overlaid the air with their sweet honeyed scent.
    ‘Wow,’ Kara said. ‘Nice.’ She walked to the window and leaned in to examine a framed record hung on the wall. The lettering was small – gold on red. ‘Michael Greene –
Greeneblue
’.
    ‘Before your time,’ Michael said, moving to stand behind her. ‘And probably not your cup of