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from our time in the dressing room earlier, but I want him so badly.
    ‘I’m not that tired,’ I say, stifling a yawn.
    Marc circles the bed, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it over a chair. ‘Yes,’ he says. ‘You’re tired. Far too tired for what I have in mind.’
    ‘What do you have in mind ?’ I murmur.
    ‘ It can wait.’
    The warmth turns to burning. ‘I can stay awake.’ I try not to yawn again.
    ‘No. Sleep now. The quicker you do, the quicker I can fuck you the way I want.’ Marc goes to the foot of the bed, undoes my shoelaces and slides off my shoes. It’s not like the time he undressed me at the hotel, when his movements were deliberately seductive. He’s quick and functional, flinging my footwear to the floor.
    Then he undoes my jeans and pulls them from my legs, pausing for just a moment to look at my bare skin, before tearing his eyes away and throwing the duvet over me.
    ‘Put your arms up.’
    I do, and he lifts my sweater over my head.
    I don’t think he means to turn me on, but the roughness of his hands make me ache for him.
    I lie back on the bed.
    ‘Marc. I’m awake. I promise.’
    He goes to the bedroom window, loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes. Then he stares out at the dark London sky.
    ‘ Aren’t you coming to bed?’ I ask.
    Marc turns. ‘I was going to wait until you’d fallen asleep,’ he says. ‘So I won’t be tempted.’
    ‘You can be tempted,’ I say.
    He smiles. ‘If you knew what I had planned, you wouldn’t be saying that. Trust me. You’re too tired.’
    ‘I’m not.’
    He comes to sit on the bed, reaching out a hand to stroke my cheek. ‘My job is to take care of you. And right now I’m taking care of your physical health instead of your physical pleasure.’
    ‘Kiss me,’ I say.
    ‘Sophia —’
    ‘Please.’
    Marc’s hand hesitates on my cheek. His eyes burn. Then slowly, he leans forwards and presses his lips against mine – a long, slow goodnight kiss.
    I love the feeling of his lips. Before I can think about it, my mouth opens and I’m kissing him fully, passionately, reaching around his shoulders to pull him closer.
    ‘ God ,’ Marc moans into my mouth, kissing me back, pushing me hard into the bed. ‘Sophia, you might regret this.’
    ‘I won’t.’
    Marc unbuttons his shirt and flings it off, kissing me harder, sliding his fingers into my hair and clenching his hand into a fist, pulling my hair tight. He moves so his knee comes between my legs and his body weight presses against me.
    My scalp stings where he grips my hair, and he tugs his fist down until I moan.
    ‘Oh, Marc.’
    ‘I’m not going to do what I planned right now,’ Marc murmurs against my mouth. ‘You’re too tired. But I have to see you come.’
    He kisses me harder , clenching his fist tighter. A bruisey pain moves around my scalp and neck, and my head is totally immobilised. I’m held by him, completely in his power, his body weight holding me to the bed.
    Marc pushes his knee harder between my legs while he pins my shoulders to the bed with one hand and grips my hair with the other. I’m getting so wet that I know my panties are almost soaked through.
    ‘Oh god Marc, please,’ I beg. ‘Please fuck me.’
    Marc’s hand m oves between my legs and I gasp and moan as he pushes my panties aside and forces three fingers deep inside me in one swift, hard movement.
    ‘ Oh ,’ I moan.
    He turns his fingers back and forth. Then he slips in a forth finger, and I lose all sense of anything except pleasure building up. I’m sore and full all at the same time, and it feels so good.
    ‘Tell me if this is too much,’ Marc whispers. I feel his thumb push inside me too, and sink into the bed with pleasure and pain.
    ‘It’s ... I think I can take it,’ I gasp. ‘For ... now.’
    Marc pushes further, further inside, his eyes locked on mine.
    I swallow and sha ke my head, knowing if he twists his hand like he did before, I won’t be able to take