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them as she brought herself, with a very nice lot of help from him, right to the edge.

      ‘Not yet...’ he said.

      ‘You don’t dictate my orgasm,’ Freya responded in a brittle voice, trying to remember how she dictated her world.

      ‘Oh, but I do.’

      He went against everything she believed in the bedroom but fantastically so.

      He was right at her entrance and she refused to beg, she just lay on her side, hot with anticipation. The easiest thing to do would be to not play safe but he rolled away from her and she heard the tear of foil. Freya loathed the intrusion but then he was back, lifting her hair and warming up her neck again with his mouth.

      ‘Watch my neck,’ Freya warned.

      ‘Wear your hair down.’

      ‘Okay.’

      They both smiled at the ease of the solution.

      He was making a terrible mess, she was sure, and she was doing all she could not to beg when finally he slid in and she moaned because she was swollen from last night, and it hurt quite a bit.

      His large thigh came over her and he took her very slowly, painstakingly so, and she pressed back, trying to hurry him.

      ‘What would you have done if you’d come to my room?’ he asked.

      ‘Guess,’ Freya said through gritted teeth. It was obvious to her they would have had sex, only he wasn’t letting her get away with that.

      ‘Would you have knocked?’

      ‘I don’t know...’ She was frantic, wanting to close her eyes and just focus on her building orgasm—not be dragged into conversation.

      ‘I’d left the door open,’ he said.

      ‘Faster...’ she begged.

      ‘Would you have knocked?’ he persisted, taking her at a slow, leisurely pace.

      ‘No.’ He gave it to her faster as a reward for her answer and then slowed when she didn’t elaborate.

      ‘I’d have come in,’ Freya said as he dragged out her fantasy, as he made her reveal her thoughts.

      ‘I might have been asleep.’

      He rolled her onto her stomach and crushed her with his weight and the angle had him stroke her to the edge of bliss but he refused to push her over.

      ‘What if I’d been asleep?’ he asked.

      ‘I’d have woken you with my mouth,’ Freya said because, though she loathed the thought of it, she wanted to be the woman who could do that. ‘More...’ she now begged. It was like he had unbuttoned her.

      ‘More?’ Zack checked, and pulled out of her. She let out a sob of frustration.

      He knelt up, pulled up her hips and Freya told him exactly where her thoughts last night had been.

      ‘I’d have got you hard with my mouth and climbed on.’

      ‘Dirty girl.’

      ‘Yes,’ Freya said. ‘I am.’

      She could hear his ragged breathing and his hand hovering over her bare cheek before he gave her a light spank.

      ‘Yes...’ Freya whimpered, and she did not recognise her own voice, or her own requests. He spanked her harder and she just about came and as her hand shot between her legs to ensure she did just that, Zack spanked her again.

      ‘More,’ Freya said.

      Oh, he would have loved to carry on with the spanking, but the sound of her moans and the sight of her meant he had to be inside her.

      She asked for more but he told her to be quiet, disobeying her plea to spank her again as he took her.

      He seared inside her and not gently.

      God, she always held back now but she was asking for more, for rougher...

      He just took over and she pressed her face into the mattress.

      Freya came, choking out her sobs as she pulsed around him, but he did not relent and he did not come.

      There was a slight curse from him and the condom was gone, she knew, it had to be. She had never had sex without one and this was amazing.

      For Zack too.

      The feel of her hot and swollen was more acute and the sound of her moaning. Her hand came back and she dug her nails into his thighs. He scooped an arm under her stomach and drove in harder.

      She felt like a rag doll, limp everywhere except on the inside, where she was pulled taut by him.

      Freya had never completely let go in sex, she had tried to and had thought she had in those little slivers of orgasm in days gone by, but she knew now she hadn’t.

      Rude words were uttered and her head felt as if it had turned red as he swelled and shot into her.

      Her orgasm was so sexy, a clutch of muscle that drew him in, and his warm come felt like ice seeping over her hot, swollen tightness.

      And he pushed and groaned and let go deep into her until they were spent.

      She listened to his long, pleasured sigh as he pulled out and then another sigh as he slipped back in to where it was warm and then out he went.

      He joined her and they lay on their stomachs, facing each other, sleepy, satisfied smiles on their faces.

      Freya had never had this moment where nothing else mattered than this bliss.

      Soon other things would but for now nothing did.

      God, she had spent most of her life trying to stay in control, only to find in some things she didn’t want to.

      And for Zack, who, as fleeting as his relationships were, did his best to be considerate and hold back, now looked into the eyes of someone who didn’t need him to.

      ‘Sore?’ he asked, running a hand over where he had spanked her.

      ‘I’m still high.’

      They lay there and Zack said something that he usually wouldn’t. ‘I wish I could be your alternate day...’ But that sounded way too much like making plans for Zack so he made light of what he’d just said. ‘Nope, you’d be hanging up your running shoes for good.’

      And Freya too kept it light. ‘I don’t think I could deal with you even on alternate days.’ She smiled.

      Freya actually meant it.

      He had changed everything in her very ordered world and had awoken a side to her that she hadn’t been aware existed.

      They were touching down on their real worlds, and, on a very clear day, flight-wise, it was a surprisingly bumpy landing that was to come.

      Maybe paradise was hard to leave because, as it turned out, they did it terribly.

      The buzz of her phone as a seven a.m. alarm went off was equalled by the chime of his and they both groaned.

      ‘I have to go...’ Freya said.

      ‘We need to talk.’

      They really did, Zack had realised.

      No names definitely didn’t mean no condoms.

      ‘Look, you don’t have anything to worry about from my end.’ Zack had his doctor’s voice on, not that she knew it. ‘I’m always careful and I’ve just had some health checks.’ He dealt with all this in a very practical, forthright way. He was completely in work mode now, and what Freya couldn’t know was that at work Zack was a very different man.

      ‘You don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant.’ Freya wasn’t going to go into detail about her fertility issues so she let him assume she was on the Pill, but his

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