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remain, but somehow, sitting up on Dillon’s Pass with Tida, the gnawing feeling had faded, become a small speck in the distance. It suited me, not to have that heavy baggage. Tida was clearly good for me.
    I stretched my legs out and my arms behind me. “What about you? Any ex-husbands, boyfriends?”
    She giggled. “No husband, no one ever asked. Several boyfriends, though only one serious. We lived together when I first moved to London.” 44
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    “What happened?”
    “He was in the construction industry and was offered a job in Dubai six months ago. I didn’t want to go, he did. It was clear there wasn’t enough between us for compromise. We decided to call it a day.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “I’m not.” She reached out and ran her finger down my cheek. Her touch was like a surge of electricity and the heat went straight to my groin. “If we hadn’t split up I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.”
    I sat and reached for her hand. It was so small in mine and I opened her fingers and placed a kiss in the center of her palm.
    She tilted her head, watching my movements carefully. I settled my gaze on her face, thinking how much I wanted to make her flush with sexual excitement again, see her mouth part in that slack, sensation-overload way, and enjoy the dense conker brown her eyes became just after she came.
    Suddenly she pulled her hand away. “Feed me,” she said, low and husky.
    “Otherwise I am not likely to have the energy for enjoying my first night in a tent.” I laughed and reached for the packet meals I’d set out. “Yes, miss.” We feasted on beef stew, hot and tasty despite the crude cooking facilities. Tida chatted about her childhood in Thailand and a secretarial course she’d taken. I told her how I’d built my business from scratch, and how I loved everything about it and was proud to employ so many people.
    When the packets of stew were empty, I rolled them up and stored them in the waste bag I always carried with me. I was fanatical about leaving a campsite completely free of any evidence that I’d been there—well, except for a little ash from the fire, that couldn’t be helped.
    “Would you like some chocolate?” I asked, giving in to my sweet tooth and rooting around in my rucksack.
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    “Mmm, please.” She licked her lips. “But perhaps, if we are to be equal, I should eat it off you.”
    I paused and turned. The setting sun cast shadows on her smiling face, and the -
    flickering flames of the fire created a gold-and-orange glow that caressed her hair. “You want to what…?”
    “Eat it off you,” she said, reaching for the base of my t-shirt. “Lift.” She shuffled onto her knees and tugged at my top.
    I stretched my arms up and allowed her to pull it over my head. The act of giving in to her sudden demand sent a rush of lust straight to my core.
    “I’m going to make you my dessert,” she whispered.
    She ran her gaze over my chest and abs. Instinctively I breathed in, just a little, to define the muscles in my stomach.
    “Again?” I asked, tucking a thick strand of her hair behind her ear. “Wasn’t that what happened last night?”
    Her brows twitched. “Mmm, perhaps. Why, is that a problem?”
    “No problem at all,” I said, quickly locating the chocolate and passing it to her.
    “You should go in the tent,” she said, peeling back the foil wrapper on the chocolate bar. “That way I can do what I want and not worry about anyone seeing.” Her erotic words, I can do what I want , and the suggestive glint in her eye hardened my cock. Fighting a grimace as my shaft jutted up against my underwear and pants, I quickly scooted into the small tent. I’d laid the sleeping bags out, side by side, and they created a soft-ish mattress.
    Tida followed me in on her hands and knees. “And these shorts need to come off too,” she said, roaming her palms up my legs and settling over my cock. She gave a firm squeeze.
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    I sucked in a