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folds. “I want to fucking drown in your orgasm.”
    He stabbed his tongue and his thumb back into her heat, wriggling both before driving his thumb deeper and lashing her clit with his tongue. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucked higher, harder. His dick ached in his jeans, a rod of steel ready to burst. As soon as Lauren came, as soon as he brought her to climax with his mouth, he would sink his length into her dripping, clenching sex. As soon as she came…
    He caught her clit with his teeth, nipped once and then suckled.
    “Fuck!” Lauren’s scream rent the air, the word long and hitching. “Oh fuck, yes, yes.”
    Her cream flowed from her, painting Nick’s lips and chin, and still he worshipped her sex. Still he suckled and bit and lapped, all the while releasing his fly with one shaky hand. He freed his cock of its denim prison, smearing his pre-come over its bulbous head, his mouth full of Lauren, his mind full of pleasure, his heart full of—
    Someone started singing “Livin’ on a Prayer” from beside the bed. Someone not Jon Bon Jovi.
    “Shit!” Lauren yelped, her voice high, panicked. “Shit, shit, shit!”
    She scurried backward, her heels bunching up the duvet, her feet smacking into Nick’s shoulders. He jerked upright, staring at her, his heart smashing into his throat at the abject horror etched on her face.
    “Lauren?” He made to crawl after her, but she shook her head, staring at him for a split second, eyes wide, face pale, before lurching sideways and snatching at her satchel sitting on the bedside table.
    “Livin’ on a Prayer” grew louder as she pulled a slim white iPhone from the satchel’s belly and swiped her finger over its screen. Nick caught a glimpse of an image of someone with dark hair and a wide grin, a male someone, and then Lauren rammed the phone to her ear, her back turned to him, her spine ramrod straight.
    He stared at her back, at the bra strap still dangling from her shoulders, at the tousled curtain of her hair caressing her shoulder blades. His pulse thumped fast in his neck, his cock.
    “Hey, Josh,” he heard her say, her voice almost, almost controlled, and his mouth went dry. “I’m sorry, honey, I meant to call.”

Chapter Four
     
    “Yeah, yeah,” Josh chuckled in her ear, and Lauren closed her eyes, fighting the need to slump into a ball and cry. “Sure you did, Mum. Any chance you’re going to be home for dinner tonight? I mean it is after six after all.”
    Lauren’s eyes flung open. She looked at her watch, a loud thump-thump pounding in her ears.
    It’s your heart, Lauren. Your heart. Pounding so hard because your ex made you forget your son. God, how could you let Nick Blackthorne make you forget about—
    “Mum?”
    She started, blinking at Josh’s voice. “ Are you going to be home for dinner?” he went on. “I mean, if you’re planning on staying longer at Jennifer’s than normal can I go over to Rhys’? He’s got the new version of Rock Band and we thought we could—”
    “I’ll be home for dinner, Josh,” she cut him off, gripping her phone tighter. She could feel Nick’s stare on her back, her naked back. She looked around for her clothes, an unsettled knot twisting in her belly. God, she was naked. He’d managed to get her naked all of about ten seconds after regaining consciousness. Naked and flat on her back on Jennifer’s bed. Did she have no shame? No sanity? Was she truly that pathetic? That easy?
    She heard Nick move behind her, a soft rustling of material followed by the softer sounds of his footfalls. She tensed, waiting for his touch, her pussy constricting. Instead, his arm extended over her shoulder, her shirt and trousers bunched together in his hand. There was no other contact, no other touch of his body to hers.
    Before she could stop herself, she shot him a quick look, her pulse leaping faster in her throat at the expression on his face. It was lost. Tormented.
    Without a word, she took her offered