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By the time I’d done that Tida was completely naked and lying spread before me, her glistening pussy the perfect invitation for my hunger.

Jesus, she is so beautiful.

Her little body shivered. Was it cold or desire? I didn’t pause to wonder. Whichever it was, I had a cure.

I dropped over her and instantly she wound her arms and legs around me. Strong and gripping—viselike. Our mouths connected, her upthrust breasts mashed into my sticky chest and her mound bashed against my pelvis.

Pausing in our frantic kissing, I stared down into her face. Her eyes were wide, her breaths rapid.

“Fuck me, John,” she gasped. “Hard and fast, I won’t break. It is how I want it, hard and fast and now, fuck me now.”

Her words brought out the devil in my desire. I’d always suppressed a frantic, daring side of my lovemaking when I’d been with Janice. Kept my lust harnessed so as not to offend, dare I say it, her prudish disposition. But now here with Tida telling me, 50

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demanding, that I fuck her with gusto, I was going to let it out. Throw open the doors and let it steam full throttle ahead.

Punches of sensation slammed into my guts as I reached between our writhing bodies. I maneuvered the head of my cock through her saturated folds and positioned it, primed and ready, at her entrance. I remembered how little and tight she was, reined in some of my urgency and fought for a modicum of control.

She moaned a complaint at my hesitation, increasing the grip of her legs around my thighs and bucking toward me.

I gave her the first inch. Juices spilled around me, easing the way.

“Oh god,” she murmured, fluttering her eyes closed and twisting her head.

Spreading my palm over her breast and squeezing, I gained more entry, my hard flesh parting her soft tightness as I worked my way in.

She was panting for breath, her hands clawing at my back. I shoved in some more, my cock a solid spear of flesh riding into her burning hot depths.

“Oh, it’s so much, so much,” she groaned.

“It’s what you wanted,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Yes, yes, more, give me it all.”

My senses were spinning. I braced my hands on the floor on either side of her head and, in one hard shove gave her everything I had to offer. Buried myself balls-deep in her snug cunt.

“John,” she wailed, her body shifting up the slippery material of the sleeping bags with the force of my thrust. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s it, oh fuck.” Dropping down, I curled an arm beneath her shoulders and held her tight against my body. She was going nowhere.

I pulled halfway out, could feel cum boiling in my scrotum. The pressure was almost unbearable. I stared down at her as I sank deep again. Her face glowed, her mouth a flat line of acute concentration. Her heavy-lidded eyes gazed up at me. She was 51

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every dirty dream I’d ever had. This wonderful young woman who was so giving and beautiful and who was taking all of me as though she would never get enough.

“Faster…harder,” she gasped. Her hips arched again, driving me deeper. “Make me yours.”

Yes, yes. I want you to be mine.

My sac was taut, collecting energy. Her sweet pussy just about blowing my mind.

Fiery fingers of pleasure tore up my spine, popping beads of sweat across my flesh. I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

“Ah, sweet baby,” I managed, my voice hoarse and strained. “Come with me.”

“Yes, yes, oh, yes.”

I couldn’t resist her, couldn’t contain the need that had my hips pumping wildly.

Only my cock in her cunt mattered. She owned me, she had me. I had her, at this moment she was mine. My loins constricted, preparing for a release I didn’t know if I would survive. It was ballooning so big and powerful.

A strangled groan tore from her lips. She sank sharp nails into my shoulder blades and jabbed her heels into my butt.

Heaven help me.

She was coming, her climax a wild rip of cries and powerful spasms as rapture blasted through her.

I am going to lose my mind.

The flesh of her pussy had constricted noose-like around my shaft. More honey liquid poured from her and wet slapping noises filled the tent as I surged through the final seconds to my orgasm. Hammering in and out of her compressed, quivering entrance, I was sure I was going to kill us both with ecstasy. What a way to go.

It was there. Pleasure consumed me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. All that existed was bliss blasting up my shaft. Furious pulses of hot spunk filling the condom. It was never ending, a wild release searing through me. On and on semen 52

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flooded from my slit. I kept buried as deep as I could go, my hips butting into her pelvis as though I couldn’t get close enough.

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, yes,” I shouted. Brilliant lights flashed behind my eyelids, my balls packed up high.

She increased her hold. Her cries filled the tent and echoed into my ears. Still her pussy trembled, potent convulsions that drew yet more fiery bliss from me.

I stilled and buried my face in her neck, set about trying to catch my breath and hoped my heart rate would return to normal—one day. It was as though some of my sanity had just been lost. This wild little woman had taken a piece of my soul in allowing me to claim her, take her, go on a wonderful journey of lust with her.

She kissed the side of my head and sighed. A wonderful satisfied noise that melted a piece of my heart.

I snuggled a little closer to her, while being careful not to crush her delicate body. It was that action that set off a chain reaction of emotions inside me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before—a desperate sense of possessiveness mixed with protectiveness.

I didn’t want to let Tida go, nor did I want her to let me go. There was something so right about us lying tangled hot and sweaty like this, in my tent, with no one around to intrude upon our special moment.

My heart rate wasn’t slowing despite my breaths coming back under control. This was unlike anything I’d ever felt with Janice, who’d been so reserved and closed up in everything she did. This freeing feeling, with Tida, was overwhelming, frightening and awe-inspiring all at the same time. Was this love? Was this what people talked about when they said they’d fallen hard and fast for someone and couldn’t live without them?

I guessed it was and I’d hit that wall at full speed, it was like being punched in the guts or whacked over the head. There was no ignoring it, no denying it, and now there was only one thing for it if my heart stood any chance of beating normally again.

I had to make Tida mine.

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Epilogue

Three months later

The end-of-week meeting had gone well. Sales figures were up, the new branches of Dare Go There in Paris and Berlin were proving a great success and I’d just purchased a prime location store in Dublin.

Richard was plowing through a new range of hammocks, all the rage now apparently, and trying his best to sell me on the idea. I wasn’t sure. Perhaps I should get myself in the woods and try one out. If I could find the time, that was.

I glanced at my new secretary. She was tapping away on her laptop, her face a chiseled expression of concentration. I adored the way she nibbled on her bottom lip when she was typing really fast—it did funny things to my dick.

“Perhaps we should trial the hammocks in Berlin. They’re big on forest camps over there. See how they sell and make a decision for the UK stock,” Richard suggested.

I shook my head and tapped my pen on the table. “No, we’re still trialing that whole store. I don’t think it would be an accurate study. Maybe the Nottingham branch would be a better way of testing the water for the hammocks.”

“Good idea,” Richard said, writing a note in his pad. “You want me to sort it?”

“Yep, that would be great.” My gaze swung back to my secretary. The sun was shining through the window, highlighting her hair and etching creases over the soft-pink blouse she wore. I liked that color on her, it matched her smell—flowers and powder, petals and soap.

She glanced up at me, caught me staring and gave a tiny smile. Then she bobbed her head low and crossed her legs, revealing just a hint of the top of her stocking. They were black with a scalloped lace rim and I’d bet they were soft as silk.

Damn it. I refuse to get a stiffy in a meeting—again!

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I glanced at the clock. Five minutes to four. That would do.

“Great,” I said, dropping my pen on the table. “That’s it for today, er, no, actually that will do for the week. Let’s all get home.”

“Good plan,” Richard said, standing. “And you have a fantastic birthday weekend, boss.”

There was a murmur of
happy birthday
around the table accompanied by wide smiles. I’d supplied a big box of cream cakes that had been shared around the office at morning break. Now it was time to really enjoy my birthday. Tida had promised me something special tonight. Something she was looking forward to giving, so she said.

I took a long drink of water as the boardroom emptied, folded away my Mac and finally, when my hard-on had subsided, wandered into my office. It had rained earlier but the sky was blue now and my office bright. The fresh air blowing in through an open window was laced with the unique scent of summer in London—fumes and coffee, tarmac doused in rainwater.

After slipping my Mac into my briefcase, I turned off my mobile and reached to shut the window. My heart was light, my thoughts only on getting home.

The office door opened and shut. There was a clunk of the lock. Turning, I saw my secretary stepping farther into the room. Her dark eyes flashed. Her hair had been let down from the neat twist she wore during the day and now it flowed over her shoulders, a dense black curtain against the paleness of her blouse.

“I saw you looking,” she said, twitching her brows.

“At what?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest and admiring the way she walked in her impossibly high heels. One leg crossing over the other with each step and her hips rolling seductively.

“I saw you looking at my stocking tops.”

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“Not at first, no.” She stopped on the other side of my desk. “But when I saw your cheeks flush and you squirmed on your chair I suspected, rightly, that they were.”

“You know me so well.”

She rested her hands on the desk, bent low enough for me to get a sneaky peek down her top. Of course I’d seen what was down there plenty of times, but the allure was still intoxicating. My greedy gaze couldn’t resist.

“I do know you,” she said. “And I also know that you are itching to get home for your present.”

I nodded. Thoughts of Tida, naked and writhing, open and willing, besieged me.

My cock sprang to attention once more. Damn, if only I had an ounce of control when she was around. I was such a pushover.

“Maybe we shouldn’t wait,” she said, narrowing her eyes dangerously. “How about right here, right now?”

A knot of lust drew tight in my belly.

Really? Here?

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

“Come on, John, live on the edge. No one will come in. I have locked the door.”

“Yes, I noticed.” Sucking in a deep breath, I moved behind her, admiring the way the curve of her buttocks could be seen through the short black pencil skirt she wore to the office. Each orb perfectly outlined and never a hint of a panty line. I wondered if today she’d even worn panties—perhaps that was part of my birthday treat. “Are you sure?”

She rocked her hips from side to side as though asking me to grip them, hold them, claim them as mine. “Yeah, more than sure. I want to look at the London skyline while you do it.”

Oh my god, she is serious.

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“Here.” Tida dropped a blue-and-white tube on the desk and bent to a ninety-degree angle. “You’ll need this.”

The sight of the lube had my cock raging to full hardness in a split second. My beautiful fiancée, sexy secretary and all-’round obsession was giving me a wonderful gift.

Her ass.

I’d confessed in bed several weeks ago that it had always been a fantasy of mine to fuck an ass, but it had never been fulfilled. Lucky for me Tida was considerably more liberal and a whole heap more giving than Janice had ever been. With a gleeful clap of her hands, she had announced that she now knew exactly what I would be getting for my thirty-fifth birthday present.

And it seemed the time had come.

“Fuck me, John, fuck me hard and fast up the ass. I want to feel you there so badly.” Her words were an igniting flame to my already combusting lust. I bent over her back and kissed her neck, absorbed the sweet flavor and satiny texture of her flesh. I pressed my groin into the crevice of her butt cheeks but there was too much material in the way to satisfy even a molecule of my desire.

With fumbling fingers and my breaths coming hard, I bunched up her skirt and shoved until it was a belt around her waist. Her blouse crumpled and her hair fell to the side, some of it spreading over my notepad and stapler.

I’d been right, she wore no panties, just a pair of black suspenders that held her stockings in place. The dark silk against her delicate skin was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen and could have been a birthday present all in itself.

She released a small whimper, one I knew signaled impatience. The wonderful thing about Tida was her desire for sex, her capacity for fucking, matched my own. We both just wanted to do it all the time, any spare moment, and working and living together was allowing us to indulge our most base desires. The Geisha Plate was no 58

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longer part of her life, it was just me, just us. We were as one the way I’d dreamed we would be that night in the tent.