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Her belly tightened As did her thighs Her bottoroaned in response to her involuntary squeezing and then they were both splintering apart, their cries of erotic ecstasy echoing in the stillness of the rooripped the edge of the desk so hard her fingers hite

But the spasms of pleasure passed, as they always did, and this time Rachel came back down to earth with a terrible thud

The reality of what they were doing together could no longer be denied It was beneath her, carrying on like this So as she settling for such an arrangement? Why?

The reason was obvious, she accepted with considerable anguish The reason had always been obvious, if she’d looked for it The reason was at this htly around her waist, his head resting between her sweat-slicked breasts

It was then that she started to cry

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

‘I THOUGHT you said you were never going to takeelse—in her voice Was it hope?

Rachel’s unexpectedly breaking down into tears after the episode on the desk had jolted Justin out of his selfish desires, andHe wasn’t a co like one It didn’t take hi to realise that a woe her sexual self indefinitely without her e involved She claiht, and that she often cried after she came

But she never had before

She’d said through her sobs that she didn’t want him to stop, but to continue in the face of her distress was so he simply could not do He hadn’t sunk that low

So he’d comforted her as best he could, then announced that he was starving and couldn’t possibly go on till they’d eaten, adding that he didn’t want any of the take-away muck they sometimes had delivered to the office He wanted a decent meal And decent wine

Despite a momentary look of surprise, she hadn’t made any protest, so he’d booked a table in a nearby restaurant whilst she’d made whatever repairs needed to be made after sex, and retrieved her panties from where she always put them in her top drawer Fifteenopposite each other at a candlelit table, with Rachel finally giving voice to as a very fair question over his changing the rules of their arrangement

He stared across the table at her and thought how lovely she looked in the soft candlelight The siant There again, all the clothes she wore to work these days were classy and elegant

‘So I did,’ he said quietly ‘But things change, Rachel I thought it was time we talked’

Was that panic in her eyes? Or fear? Fear of what, for pity’s sake? Of his stopping the sex? Or changing the rules?