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HoldingMiller, when he’s stolen it with one of his worshipful kisses or broughtco throughaway my helplessness at the salides down the side of my face to my throat Then from my throat to my chest And from les with anticipation It’s circled deliciously, and then his touch is drifting across hting to hold still to preserveer slips pastlips and slides deeply into me My hands fly out of the water and clasp the sides of the tub, and I pullele me – naasp, urgently dragging air into s, and Miller starts to pu it fall liifted fingers

‘Good?’ His voice is rough and his eyes are darkening

I nod and bite down onevery internal les in the pit of my stomach But I lose my concentration when he pushes his thuins to work precise, torturous circles into the sensitive nub ‘So good,’ I breathe, beginning to pant,when his lips part and he shifts his position by the side of the tub to get better leverage Withdrawing slowly, he locks eyes withbut satisfaction and victory gushing from every part of hi the pointless shaking of my head in despair ‘Please, nored He’s as desperate as I am to drown out the misery of our ti his deep drives as he clashes our ether and kisses as hi in, but it doesn’t stop hi attacked by unforgiving pangs of pleasure, over and over, again and again My body is shaking violently, th and oes limp in the water Now I’m exhausted for a whole different reason and it’s far o

‘Thank you,’ I splutter throughmy lids to keep open

‘Never thankis heavy and laboured,explosion ‘I’ you’

He sliht is welco day Drawing breath, he slides his fingers out of me and traces overto say ‘You can’t hurtmy acceptance, I allow him to help me out of the bath and wrap me in a towel He takes another frohit of the excess water

‘Let’s dry these uneable waves’ He takes up position onI’h my hair while he dries it The hairdryer is collected fros it into a socket, then settles behindon either side ofme with his body The rush of noise won’t allow for conversation, which I’m quite content with I just relax, closemy scalp as he blasts ine the look of fulfilment on his face

All too soon, the noise dies and Miller ishis arhtly around my waist ‘You were harsh, Olivia,’ he says quietly, almost cautiously I hate his need to voice this, even if he’s entitled to, but I love his need to do it gently

‘I’ve apologised’

‘You haven’t apologised to William’

I solidify in his hold ‘Since when did you becoh with his leg It’s a silent warning to rein into help us I need inforet it while I’m here in New York’

‘What information?’

‘It’s not your concern’

My jaw tenses, atherout of Miller’s hold and ignoring his audible exhale of weary breath He’s trying to keep his patience, too I don’t care I grabto his back on a quiet curse My face screws up in annoyance as I sto in to yank it through the tangles, like in a silly fit of revenge I’s

I slip back into despondency, continuously tugging the brush througha sick satisfaction froingI evenits way deeper with each second that passes He’s close by, but I don’t seek hi my hair from my head