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to rock his cock into my mouth deeper, holding me there, fucking my mouth, his increasing groans of pleasure spiking heat again into my pulsing sex.
    “Christ….I don’t want to stop. Fuck!” He rasps, thrusting harder, holding tighter, hands fisting in my hair. I can feel his cock swell as his release builds in intensity. He jerks himself out of my mouth suddenly.
    He throws himself down, pulling me onto top of him. “Straddle me, baby. I want to watch you come again.” I roll each knee to either side of his face and lower my pussy onto his tongue. He pierces my folds, darting his tongue up and through the folds. He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard until I buck and shudder, flooding his mouth with another release.
    As the waves continue to surge through me, he jerks his trousers down, his hands grasp my hips drawing me down onto his cock. He thrusts upwards, breaking entry through the folds, rocking up into me. He is arching his hips into me, as I pace him thrust for thrust, growling out each groan…. beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
    I l ean forward taking his nipple hard between my teeth….biting, sucking, biting. “Fuck, Amber!” He yells out a long harsh growl as he spills his seed, his body convulsing as the orgasm rides through him.
    We lie, panting, entangled and drowsy with spent desire. After a long while, he kisses me long and tenderly before slowly rising, beginning to re-dress himself.
    I raise myself onto my elbows, watching as he pulls each layer onto his body. When he is finished, he sits slowly back onto the bed slumping his shoulders over. He rests his head in his hands, his elbows hard against his knees. He sighs, deep and long.
    “What is wrong, Logan?” I sit up, anxious.
    He breathes in sharply one last time, before straightening himself, his shoulders tight and firm. “I have got to go, Amber.”
    He stands, smiles down at me slowly, and makes his way out of the door.
    ***
     
    Major Logan Grant enters the elevator on the top floor of the Dorchester. He leans his head against the coolness of the glass interior, cursing under his breath. He didn’t want to walk away so harshly but it was the right thing to do. For both of them. He scrapes a hand down his face, knowing. Knowing that Amber Templer was already under his skin.
     
    Chapter Eight
    I have not seen Logan since that night. I returned to the unit at Queen Elizabeth Hospital a couple of days later to be informed by Aiden that the Major was returning to Afghanistan in a couple of days so would not be visiting the unit, instead he was in Norton Manor Camp, the base of 40 Commando in Taunton, Somerset preparing to leave.
    As I sit with Aiden now, waiting with him while he receives his discharge from the unit, my mind is flooding with thoughts. He does not know what happened between the Major and me. I would not do that to him. It is obvious that he has a small crush on me. I am trying to remain in light conversation, chatting casually about what he will do when he leaves the ward but inside I am a mess of emotions. And it is my own fault. I should not have slept with Logan.
    “You keep drifting off” Aiden snaps me from my thoughts. He cocks his head, a shy smile on his face. “I think you are going to miss me”
    I return his smile. “Yes, you are right there. I will miss that goofy smile!” I playfully cup his face.
    “Amber?” He bows his head, looking up at me through thick brown lashes.
    “Yes, trouble?” I raise an eyebrow.
    “Can we keep in touch, you know, write and text? I-I-I think you know I like you.” He stumbles out the words, his handsome face blushing.
    “I would like that very much, Aiden. Let me write down my address.” I reach for my bag to scribble my address. And I do want to keep in touch.
    An hour later and I am walking through the car park with Aiden. His parents have arrived to collect him, and after hurried introductions, they are waiting by their car. We link arms playfully as