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too far-gone himself to lie awake and wonder if
she loved him back.
    * * * * *
    Ellen woke
first and leaned up on her elbow, watching John sleep. Sometimes this all
seemed too good to be true and certainly too marvelous to last. But hell, it
was gorgeous while it lasted and so was John. Trouble was , she wasn’t that comfortable enough with him to ask where they were going. If
all he had in mind was a fling, she didn’t want to know right now. Not while
she was totally poleaxed by his presence, his personality, his incredible body
and his dominance. Best wait until she cooled off a bit. Maybe ending it then
wouldn’t be so bad. Hell, perhaps they could stay play partners. Or was that
what they were right now?
    Damn and
double damn. She’d always been far better at the wild sex when one’s married
sort than the “have fun with a Mr. Right Now” variety.
    She was
analyzing far too much. Her body still thrummed from the sex, her arse still tingled from the cane and she could still feel,
deep inside, where his cock had pounded her to climax. Best enjoy what she had.
    And right
now, what she had was an urgent need to pee.
    She took
care of that, paused to wash her face and studied herself in the metal-framed
mirror. Not too bad-looking for her age.
    “What I
see there is a contented and well-fucked woman.”
    She jumped
at his voice but smiled back at him. “You look pretty satisfied yourself.”
    “I am
indeed,” he replied, stepping through the doorway to wrap his arms around her
and kiss her forehead. “How are you? Arse not too
sore, I hope.”
    “It’s
still tender but I’ll survive.”
    “To take
more in the future, I hope. Turn around, let me have a look.” She obliged as he
gently ran his hand over her rump and thighs, his touch so light it didn’t
really hurt. “Nice,” he said, and kissed each arse cheek. “I like to see you marked, Ellen. Makes you look so sexy and so
delightfully submissive. Have you tried sitting down yet?”
    “Only on the loo.”
    “Did you
hurt?”
    “Not hurt,
not really, but it is very tender.”
    “I should
hope so. I wouldn’t want you to forget it too soon but I’ll give you a cushion
to sit on in the car. We’ve a long drive ahead of us.”
    “Where to?”
    “That’s my
surprise. You’ll like it, I promise.”
    * * * * *
    He
wouldn’t give the slightest hint. Just told her to pack for
the seaside and a couple of country walks, and to go easy on the knickers as he
wanted her naked underneath and readily available. As if that were news to her! “I’ll be back in two hours,” he told her
as he dropped her at her flat in Putney and wheeled her suitcase inside her
front door. “Be ready for me.”
    She was.
    She’d
repacked fast, tossing in a couple of swimsuits, shorts and a few tops and one
dress—in case they actually went out somewhere that required clothes. For the
drive down—wherever they were going—she put on a crinkle-cotton skirt that was
lined and full enough to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing knickers, and a loose
white peasant blouse. All very comfy and easy to slip off if the whim took him.
    Toothbrush
and makeup she just pulled out of her old bag and shoved into the new one. She
probably should have unpacked and sorted out, but once ready, she sat down,
propped up her feet and closed her eyes.
    Might as well relax while she had the chance. Time spent with John tended to be
tumultuous.
    And totally wonderful.
    Did he see
things the same way? Hell, he had to be happy with the sex and their play
scenes. But…
    Dammit,
no! She was not going all introspective and angst-ridden about their
relationship. Life was too short. She’d learned that in spades watching Edward
sicken and die. She’d found John, or rather with her niece Annie’s help, they’d
found each other and Ellen was hell-bent and determined to take each day as it
came and draining it to the dregs.
    But she
did itch to know where exactly where they were going. The “seaside and