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“I won’t,” Aiden refused,
catching her wrists again and holding them wide away from his
body.

Erika ignored him. “Kiss me,”
she demanded, knowing Aiden’s mind was already racing down the same
road as hers. Passion exploded inside her and she pressed herself
against his hot, naked body, biting and kissing wherever her lips
fell. “Touch me.”

“No. You don’t know what you’re
doing.”

But Erika knew exactly what she
was doing and stripped off her robe. She made sure Aiden watched as
she ran her hands over her breasts, her fingers lingering on her
nipples which hardened and sent shards of pleasure down into her
sex. Aiden looked away but she caught his chin and forced him to
watch her hand travel down between her thighs where she found the
folds of her sex hot, wet and desperate to be touched. She took
Aiden’s hand and slid it between her legs, feeling his fingers
exploring and stroking as his body eventually surrendered.

He kissed her so hard her mind
went blank – tasting and seducing her with a ferocious passion that
made her knees buckle, and she’d have fallen had he not held her
tightly against him. One finger penetrated her, followed by a
second, while his thumb pulsed against her clit, stroking her to
the brink of orgasm.

“Screw me,” she breathed,
grinding herself down onto his fingers and pulling his hips into
her. “Take me to bed and screw me.”

“No!”

The command returned Aiden to
his senses and he pushed Erika away. “I won’t do this. You’re not
thinking straight. I don’t want you hating me for this.”

But he’d underestimated the
power of her desire. Her need for him had taken her beyond reason,
removing every inhibition in her quest for satisfaction and her
body ached to be touched, kissed and penetrated by him.

The overpowering urge to satisfy
herself with Aiden’s body took Erika’s gentle nature to a different
place and she placed her hands in the centre of his chest,
propelling him backward toward the open bedroom door.

“I want your body, not your
conscience,” she flared. “You’ve slept your way across London –
what’s one more conquest?”

“I can’t even remember their
names.” Aiden closed his eyes and fought his arousal, refusing to
give in to her, even though Erika’s hand now moved up and down his
cock, pushing him toward the point of no return. “Those women meant
nothing to me.”

“This means nothing to me
either,” Erika told him. “I’ve had five years of long, lonely
nights because of you and, if you don’t give me what I need, I’ll
find someone else in this hotel who will. If it makes you feel any
better, think of it as an act of mercy.”

To drive home her point, Erika
clawed her nails down either side of his torso and Aiden writhed
against her, still fighting his own desires but weakening with
every touch. One final push unbalanced him onto the bed. Before he
could react, Erika dropped to her knees and pushed apart his thighs
to take his cock in her mouth where it leapt and swelled against
her tongue.

Aiden gave up all pretence of
resistance and grasped either side of her head, moaning in pleasure
as Erika’s hot mouth took him to places no other woman ever had.
The sight and caress of her silken hair across his thighs stripped
him of all logic as every exquisite sensation collected in his
groin. Unable to control himself, Aiden fell back onto the bed,
surrendering completely to his building climax and thrusting up
into Erika’s mouth in perfect unison with her tongue.

The urgent plunge of his cock in
her mouth and a salty moistness told Erika Aiden was ready to come
and she withdrew quickly, determined not to be robbed of the chance
to have him thrusting hard inside her.

Her nipples chafed against the
rough hair on his thighs, inflaming them to hardness and forcing
out an ecstatic gasp. Aiden watched in fascination and reached to
touch her but Erika pushed him down again on the bed and straddled
him, continuing to pinch and tug at her breasts as he watched with
hungry eyes.

Overpowered by desire, Aiden
tried to roll on top of Erika but she was too quick for him and
pinned his arms above his head. She swooped down for a kiss,
penetrating his mouth with her tongue as one of her hands reached
for his cock, now thick, heavy and straining for sex.

Carefully, Erika backed down
toward Aiden’s shaft, clenching herself around the first inch of
its tip as she kissed his neck and chest, still forcing his wrists
down tightly onto the bed. His eyes closed as he tensed in ecstasy
and arched his back, submitting completely to her.

“Fuck me,” he begged, thrusting
up into her pussy as Erika slid down deeper onto him, inch by
delicious inch, controlling him absolutely.

She exhaled slowly as Aiden
split her wide. Her pussy engulfed him and she forced herself down
onto his cock to take every last millimetre within her. Her shaved
sex ground down onto his thick pubic hair, rasping her sore. Divine
sensations burnt into her core and her climax rose to the
brink.

Reaching round behind her, Erika
grasped Aiden’s balls, pulling them sharply as she moved up and
down, faster and faster. Her rough handling was all Aiden needed to
tip him over into orgasm and he grasped her hips to ram himself
harder up into her, groaning as he came.

Erika’s release came a second
later. She plunged into the hottest, darkest, sweetest orgasm she’d
ever experienced. Pleasure consumed every fibre, with her sex at
the epicentre, sending a tsunami of fulfilment surging through her.
She heard a voice, uttering the most lustful, indecent words and,
as her orgasm waned, she realised it had been her own, demanding
Aiden push himself harder and deeper into her.

Her orgasm ebbed and the muscles
in her sex clenched frantically around Aiden’s shaft, still hard
inside her. Exhausted, she fell forward, her hands either side of
Aiden’s head, her breasts hanging tantalisingly in front of his
mouth. Predictably, he raised his head to kiss them but Erika
pulled away. This was about gratifying her pleasure, not his, and
she’d decide whether or not he was allowed to touch her.

Slowly, she eased herself off
him and, as she’d been longing to do, swept her tongue up from his
navel to the hollow at the base of his throat. Aiden’s skin tasted
salty and his chest still heaved with the exquisite pleasure Erika
had played out across his body.

When she leaned in for one final
kiss, he rose to meet her lips, all hesitation now gone as his
mouth explored and devoured hers. His arms came up around Erika,
pulling her down onto his chest, threatening to hold her prisoner
in his bed for the rest of the morning, and the need to escape shot
through her.

Seducing Aiden had had a purpose
– guaranteeing his loyalty, satisfying her too long dormant needs,
and revenge for the shameful way he had treated her five years ago
by showing him what he’d thrown away.

On top of everything else, Erika
couldn’t allow him to get under her skin for a second time and she
mentally reduced their lovemaking to the basest possible level – an
itch that had most definitely been scratched.

Disentangling their bodies,
Erika stood up on shaky legs. She suddenly felt very naked and
incredibly vulnerable, and went to retrieve her robe. When she
returned, Aiden still lay flat on the bed, with his arms stretched
up above his head and his breathing laboured, the perfect picture
of a man who’d been taken to the frontiers of pleasure and
abandoned in a state of sexual exhaustion.

“I’ll call you,” Erika said,
sounding far more carefree than she felt; as if she seduced men
every day of the week and left their naked bodies behind her,
drained and spent.

Aiden sat up with effort.
“That’s it? You’ll call me?”

“What did you expect? Red roses
and undying devotion?”

Without waiting for an answer,
Erika let herself out of Aiden’s suite and ran along the landing in
the direction of her own room, praying she didn’t bump into anyone
on the way.

Her lips still tingled from
kissing Aiden and her skin thrilled at the echo of his touch, the
imprint of his hands on her breasts and thighs still vivid. Letting
herself into her suite, she leaned back against the door, breathing
as hard from the sex as from the run.

The hot, masculine scent of
Aiden’s body lingered around her and the taste of him filled her
mouth, hijacking her senses.

Seducing Aiden had been the most
reckless, impulsive thing she’d ever done but every tingling,
satisfied inch of her told her it hadn’t been a mistake. She closed
her eyes, to replay the last half hour, unwilling to let it go a
second before she had to. But one final, enduring image made her
lips curve into a very satisfied smile.

Aiden Thirstan, naked beneath
her, his hands pinned above his head and his eyes closed in ecstasy
as she made him come so hard he forgot to breathe.

Erika thought the best way to
avoid both Aiden and Marty for the rest of the day was to spend it
being pampered in the ladies-only section of the spa, giving her
plenty of time to think – although she naturally found some
thoughts more welcome than others.

In between the beauticians’
chatter, and stopping to sign autographs for fans, Erika found
plenty of space to mentally replay every second of her seduction of
Aiden a dozen times.

She couldn’t stop herself
smiling every time she remembered a different touch, sensation or
moment of pleasure that made her blush uncontrollably. The taste of
salt on his skin as she’d run her tongue across his chest. His
total submission when she’d taken him in her mouth. The feeling of
completeness when she’d ground herself down onto him and brought
them both to climax.

For five long years she’d told
herself that Aiden’s body couldn’t be as hot, hard and sensual as
she’d remembered, and that the heights of pleasure he’d taken her
to had simply been a trick of her imagination.

Only now she knew that Aiden
Thirstan in the flesh – as it were – was the sexiest, horniest man
she’d ever known and, if anything, her fantasies had fallen short
of reality.

And furthermore, she’d be a liar
to say she wouldn’t jump into bed with him again, given half the
chance.

Except next time, she’d perhaps
let Aiden join in.

After all, if his body was even
sexier than she’d remembered, it stood to reason that she’d perhaps
forgotten some of his many bedroom skills. He’d once been able to
bring her pleasure in a thousand different ways and turn every inch
of her body into one erogenous zone.

It would be a shame not to
refresh my memory, she thought.

When her fantasies threatened to
get the better of her she closed the lid on them. Wasting her
precious thought processes on x-rated images of Aiden wouldn’t help
her solve the problem of Marty but strangely, here the decisions
came much more easily.

The stark reality was that she
needed to get out of the music industry before it killed her or, at
best, wrecked her voice. In Los Angeles, dashing from one
commitment to the next, she hadn’t had the time or the energy to do
more than exist from day to day. However, thirty-six short hours in
Yorkshire had been all she’d needed to clear her head, allowing her
to take a step back and see she had to disentangle herself from
Marty, no matter what it cost.

And she now knew it could cost
her everything.

Panic tingled up her throat,
catching her heart and making it beat faster. You’re thinking too
far ahead, she told herself. Move slowly, start at the beginning
and take it one step at a time. Get some advice first and then see
where you stand.

This meant getting herself up to
London without Marty smelling a rat and, as Aiden had pointed out,
her appointment with the throat specialist gave her the perfect
excuse. She stretched herself out on the beautician’s couch and
closed her eyes as the beginnings of a plan began to emerge.

The following morning Erika gave
Marty ample time to have breakfast and catch up with his calls to
Los Angeles, before going to his suite around ten.

“I need to go to London earlier
than I thought,” she announced as soon as he opened the door. “Can
we leave first thing Monday?”

Whatever Marty had been
expecting, it hadn’t been this and he couldn’t disguise his
pleasure at the thought of leaving Yorkshire.

“Where’s the fire?” he asked.
“Three days ago, it was the last place on earth you wanted to
be.”

Erika walked into his living
room where she grimaced at the mess of papers, clothes and
half-eaten food strewn around the elegant suite. His bedroom looked
even more untidy, with wet towels flung on the floor and his bed
unmade, but she forced down her revulsion and pressed on.

“The problem with my throat is
worse than ever.” She coughed weakly and sounded upset. “I need to
see the doctor urgently.”

“How bad is it?”

“I struggled with my vocal
exercises this morning. I’d hoped a few days’ rest might restore
some of my missing range but it’s still compromised. And I’m having
to work too hard to hold the top notes.”

“Which means?”

“This sore throat could be
permanent damage, not just an infection. Here, feel. My larynx is
swollen.”

She lifted her chin and invited
Marty to touch her neck but he backed away, narrowing his eyes as
he looked at her suspiciously. “Is this anything to do with Aiden
Thirstan?”

“What? No!” Erika’s horrified
reaction was entirely genuine as she asked herself how Marty could
have got wind of Aiden’s suspicions so quickly. She steadied
herself and tried to remain outwardly calm. “I swear it has nothing
to do with him.”

“Only it’s strange that your
ex-boyfriend turns up in this God-forsaken hole and five minutes
later you want to head down to London.”