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soft pubic hair, the hair that I hadn’t bothered to shave in months, hadn’t had any need to do so, it had been so long since anyone had seen me, and then I began to caress myself, slowly at first, gently, circling my most sensitive parts, and teasing my soft pink lips.
    Then, thinking still about the sound of those punches, and the feeling of Raoul’s palms pressing down onto me, against my stomach, and down, down onto my arse, I pushed my fingers inside myself, and let the water in my mouth shoot out, a hot wet spurt.
    I moaned with pleasure, the vowels in Raoul’s name escaping my open lips again and again.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    Blatant Lying
     
    ‘So,’ said Rebecca, on the phone, as I sat at my desk, looking at a pile of unanswered emails. ‘Are you up for kickboxing again tomorrow?’
    Almost a week had passed, and I hadn’t said a word to Rebecca about the mugging, or about Raoul coming to my apartment. She’d tell me I was stupid, I know, to have let him into my apartment when I hardly knew him, and she’d have had a go at me for not contacting the police. I did contact them, of course, the next morning, as I’d agreed with myself, but still - I didn’t exactly come off well in that whole story, and I didn’t want my best friend knowing how foolish I’d been.
    Besides - she had enough on her plate. Darren had collected his things, and she was experiencing single life for the first time in three years. She didn’t need any hassle.
    ’Tomorrow?’ I echoed, clicking away on my mouse, dragging things, unread, into my trash icon. So much spam email these days. I needed some sort of firewall protection, or whatever it was. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t great at all that IT stuff. People, though - I was good at people. Normally I was, anyway.
    ‘Gosh, I hadn’t realized it was tomorrow,’ I said, aware of how blatantly it sounded like I was lying. ‘That’s come around quickly.’
    I began dragging emails into the trash without even checking them first. I was getting flustered.
    ‘Uh, yeah… sure. I’ll be there tomorrow night.’
    ‘Wear something sensible this time,’ she said cheekily, and then hung up. Very nice.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
    Going Crazy
     
    Sorry hun , the text message read. Won’t make it tonight. Darren wants to talk. xxx
    Shit. I was only five minutes away from the gym. How was I going to cope on my own, without a partner? Should I even bother going, if Rebecca wasn’t going to be there? How would Raoul treat me, after what happened between us last week? Was he going to keep staring at me, in that quiet, blazing way of his?
    The truth is, I desperately wanted to see him again. Even though I’d barely been able to walk for two days after the training last time, all those sit-ups and leg raises and planks and what-not. It had been the most intense class I’d ever taken.
    But Raoul had ignited something within me. I’d said his name over and over to myself so many times that week, and I’d been feeling pretty horny as I’d been doing it. I’d found myself rubbing my groin against my desk chair at work, grinding my crotch down into the leather, massaging it and turning myself on. Almost got caught doing it when one of my colleagues walked into the office without knocking.
    And at home - at home I’d been going crazy. I’d touched myself in the shower, in bed, on the sofa, at the kitchen table - all over my apartment - and all the while, saying that name, over and over again, wondering what it might feel like to have those biceps wrapped around me. And this wasn’t normal for me. I barely touched myself these days. Perhaps on a lazy Sunday morning, when I had nothing pressing to do, and an hour to spare, I’d stay in bed, and try, slowly and lazily to make myself come.
    But this was completely different. I’d been in a constant state of arousal. The lightest touch brushing against my skin - a bit of fabric, a