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Thinking of Justin’s wife and Eric re here—and what Justin was doing here—had nothing to do with love and relationships, and everything to do with need Need for sex, and the need to be needed, even if only sexually

At least, that was the way it was for her Justin’s wanting her, even for this one night, had done more for her feminine self-esteeht out the woht she could not go back to being that pretend plain Jane who’d been playing the role of his prim PA in such a piteous fashion

Even if it n, she would truly move on from this point, and live her life as she once had There would be nobehind dreary black suits and spinsterish hairdos Definitely noafraid of other people, and men in particular That sad, lonely chapter in her life was over

‘You’re thinking,’ Justin grumbled as he joined her under the water and turned up the hot tap

‘And you’re talking,’ she re hair back from her face

‘That’s ative I’m the boss Keep your arms up and your hands behind your head like that,’ he ordered thickly ‘Lock your fingers together Keep your elbows back’

Rachel was staggered by his request But she obeyed, and found the experience an incredible turn-on By the look in his eyes, Justin did too His gaze roved hotly over her body, which felt extra-naked and extra-exposed as she stood there like that The now stea down her face, into the corners of her by now pantinga rivulet between her breasts, pooling in her navel before spilling down to the juncture between her thighs, soaking the curl-coveredits way into the already hot, wet valleys of her female flesh

‘Beautiful,’ he murmured, his voice low and taut ‘Now close your eyes and don’t talk Or move’

Her eyes widened but then fluttered closed, as ordered Rachel was far too excited to even consider not obeying hia her mind

Noithin her self-iine how she looked, standing there so submissively, with her elbows back and her breasts thrust forward, their nipples achingly erect Was he looking at her and despising her for her unexpected wantonness, or delighting in her willingness to play slave to his master?

The shocking part was she didn’t see as he looked, and touched, and satisfied her once htly over her body, she was already craving another cli her forward to thather

She —not his hand—rubbed over her nipples Soap, she soon realised A cake of soap He wasn’t washing her as such, just using the soap, caressing her with its slippery surface, hten even further Every internalwith the southwards Rachel sucked in sharply

No, not there, she wanted to warn hiue could fors, sliding back and forth, back and forth, back and forth She tried to stop the inevitable fro to stop a ski-juan to trele for control had been futile

She ca to jelly and her arht have sunk into a wet heap on the floor had he not snapped off the water and swept her back up into his arms Her eyes must have conveyed her shocked state as he carried her back to his bedroo body face down across the bed, pushing a pillow up under her hips

Was she too shattered to stop him at that moment? Or was this what she secretly wanted as well? For him to take her like that For hiinable To ain To show her…what?

That she could be as wickedly sexy as the next woman? As Charlotte, perhaps?

When he didn’t touch her—or take her—straight away an ilanced over her shoulder, only to see he was busy with a condom She was tempted to tell him that he didn’t really have to use protection Not unless he was a health risk Perversely, she was on the Pill for reasons which had nothing to do with contraception It si dreadful PMT, which she hadn’t been able to cope with on top of the stress ofLettie