The door closed softly as CC eased it shut with her shoulder. The house was quiet, a soft murmur of a rustling sound accompanied by the clinking of a spoon tapping against the inside of a mug emanating from the kitchen.

She tiptoed further into the hallway, quickly sliding her large hold-all under the well of the open treads of the bespoke staircase. She moved it a little further out of sight with her foot, sliding it sideways to sit tight against the bulkhead wall, hoping it would disguise its presence slightly.

She didn’t notice Darren watching her from the kitchen doorway as she straightened up with an exhalation of breath and a brief sweep of her hand across her forehead as she swept her hair back off her face. She peeled off the white overcoat that she had requested for a Christmas gift and, laying it across her forearm, walked to join him in the kitchen, stopping fast when she almost ran into him as he stood just inside the entrance.

“Fuck, Darren. You frightened me, I didn’t see you there,” she said, clutching her chest for effect.

He handed her a cup of tea and she flustered as she put her coat and handbag down on the island countertop before accepting it from him and taking a swift sip of the brew. He leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the lips. She was unsure of how to respond as he’d never done that before.

“How was your day, love?” he asked. “You look a bit shook.”

“Oh, it was hectic,” she said, trying to meet his eyes and failing as she swallowed the tea quickly.

He took the cup from her hand and placed it in the sink as she watched him. He turned and looked at her, his eyes appraising her, making her question everything, confusing her, and throwing her slightly off balance.

They usually never existed in this atmosphere of togetherness, he wasn’t one for revealing his emotions or depth of feeling. He had never asked about her day, nor had been cognisant of the stresses she endured to the point of even welcoming her home with a simple cup of tea. He certainly didn’t ever look at her as though he was mentally undressing her with more than a tinge of love, lust, or desire in his eyes.

He smiled and took her hand, leading her into the lounge. Given what he had just overheard and the shock it sent through him, he needed to buy some time to calm down and formulate a plan.

“Darren,” she said, and he placed a finger to her lips.

He reached down behind a coffee table and lifted a round silver tray holding two flutes of Cristal, handing one of them to her.

“To us,” he said, and they sipped the bubbles.

“What’s the occasion?” she asked.

“Do you recall the day that we met for the first time?” he asked.

“Yes, it was my first day at work,” she said. “Is this some kind of anniversary of that day?”

“Not specifically,” he said, taking her empty glass and holding her hand gently in his, “this is the anniversary of the time you walked into the office for your interview.”

“Really?” she giggled, “You remember that?”

“I do,” he said. “You were so nervous, and your trepidation was palpable, but you were beautiful. You still are today, even more so.”

“How long ago was that? It must be seven years, is it?”

“Eight years ago today, Caroline,” he said, pulling her towards him and kissing her sweetly, a kiss that received a muted response.

He took her in his arms and kissed her forehead as she turned her head up slightly to look into his eyes. He could almost read her confusion as she searched for a signal to what was going on.

“I feel inadequate, Darren,” she whispered just as his lips touched against her opened mouth, preventing further conversation as they moved seductively against hers, encouraging a response, a light flick of a tongue and a final deep breath as she engaged fully when his hand touched the curve of her bum, kissing him ravenously with a rare sigh of longing.

They stood in the kitchen, her head resting on his chest as he stroked her hair and back through the flimsy fabric of her white blouse. He felt her hips moving slightly, a defined rhythm coaxing the beginnings of an erection to form. She felt it as she moved with him, feeling it harden further as his breath deepened. She felt the heat in her loins, but it was a heat tempered with the reality of what she expected would be a very brief and unsatisfactory coupling.

Although she had never actually timed it, she had counted to forty in her head on one occasion and felt she was being generous to him by allowing a full minute of duration. The wall clock said it was 5:44 so she imagined that, if she could get it out of the way before dinner, they could be done with it and still be able to have a pint before their 7:00 reservation. She thought back to their wedding night as she led him upstairs by the hand. Although she wasn’t a virgin at the time, she recognised that he was very well endowed.

Because of the relationship rule at work, they only saw each other sporadically but she loved his mind, how he thought and how he solved problems. They hadn’t been together intimately before they married, but she did have the occasional tryst with ex-boyfriends that weren’t interested in anything other than a quick fuck in the back of a car. She rarely had a climax and tended to finish herself off with her fingers in the nearest bathroom.

In the bedroom on their wedding night she almost salivated when she got the first sight of his cock. It stood proudly erect like the flagpole on top of the GPO. She had smiled when she finally got what Eamonn Maxwell meant when he called him ‘our choice to replace Nelson’s Pillar on O’Connell Street’ during his best man’s speech at the wedding. Unfortunately, less than ten minutes later it was all over in a sticky mess, and he had rolled on his side and fallen asleep as she, once again, fingered herself to a climax in the hotel bathroom.

She attempted to retrieve the situation as time passed. She didn’t feel the way she thought she would when he was fucking her. She didn’t feel as full as she would have expected to when he was inside her. There was never a lot of foreplay and, on a couple of occasions she tried to go down on him to test his length, but he wasn’t too keen on it, pulling her away as she got into it. She did, however, acknowledge that it filled her mouth completely, to the point that her hand could still hold his shaft fully despite the tip reaching the back of her mouth and a little way down her throat, causing her to gag violently on each occasion.

It was at that point that he pulled away from her. It was at that point that their couplings tapered away and only occurred very infrequently despite anything she tried that might stimulate his interest. When he changed jobs, his position was a high stress one and the intimacy simply all but disappeared and that side of them both seemed to fade away and die.

Darren sat on the bed as Caroline leaned back against the bedroom door, closing it with a soft click. He watched her move around the room in her sheer white blouse and her navy-blue skirt. He saw the swell of her breasts held in the caress of a white lace bra through the sheer fabric and the curve of her behind through the silhouetted outline of her skirt. Her long dark hair covered her face as she bent to slip her shoes from her feet.

She was aware of him as he watched her intently while she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, button by seductive button until it hung open, exposing her luminescent skin. Always aware of how she felt that her bum looked a bit misshapen, she walked into the bathroom to remove her skirt. She unzipped it and it fell to the ground as she half turned to see it in the mirror, silently admonishing God for what she perceived as a hideous oversight on his behalf. She slipped her panties down and stroked the smooth skin of the pubic mound that she had shaved for the first time that morning, after Jasper told her to. She didn’t think that Darren would notice until she saw his reflection in the mirror as he watched her feeling her own smoothness.

“That’s new, isn’t it?” he said, nodding at her groin.

“I’m just trying something different,” she said, her face reddening. “One of the girls at work told me to try it.”

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who? Which girl?” he asked.

This threw her and she stammered nervously.

“Why do you want to know that?”

“No reason,” he said, “I’m just curious.”

“Well if you must know,” she said, “it was Samantha Brennan.”

This held a grain of truth in that she had discussed shaving with Samantha a few months previously when Samantha had asked if she ever did it.

“I see,” he said.

“Why are you looking at me like that, Darren?” she said, “I can let it grow out again.”

“No, I like it,” he said. “Did you do it yourself?”

“I had it done in a salon in Talbot Street,” she said. “€50.”

“Isn’t Samantha one of the girls that Jasper Halston is screwing?” he asked.

“How would I know that?” she asked. “In fact, how would you know that?”

“Macker.”

“Shit! I forgot about him,” she said, a frightened look on her face. “How does he get all of his information?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “but if someone is fucking someone in the IFSC, Caroline, you can be sure that he’ll hear about it very quickly.”

She paused in fright, wondering if Darren knew more than he was saying.

“A well-known fact about Jasper is that he’s a bit of a pervert,” he said. “If he was a peado he could be accused of grooming young girls. Fortunately for him, he only preys on the married sluts who work for him and would have anything to do with him.”

“Fuck off, Darren,” she said. “Jasper’s not like that.”

“Ok, according to Eamonn, who has fucked Samantha several times,” he said, “Jasper won’t touch a woman who has pubic hair. It’s a thing with him. He made Samantha get hers shaved.”

“She told that to Eamonn?”

“Not only that,” he said, “but she also said that she’s not the only one.”

“I knew he’d been with some of the girls alright,” she said, “but I thought it was just talk.”

“Eamonn says not, Caroline,” he said. “Who are these other girls?”

“Oh, it was a few years ago, and they no longer work with us,” she said. “Claudine Farrow, Megan Fox, and Christine Dunne were three that I know of.”

“Wasn’t there an Abigail, too?”

“Yes, there was,” she said. “Abigail Jennings. I’d forgotten about her. How did you know that? Oh, don’t tell me, it was Macker, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. He also said that Jasper is working on another one at the moment.”

She could feel the warmth travel up her neck.

“Who is she?”

“He didn’t say. He’ll probably find out soon enough, then he’ll drop the hammer on him,” he said.

“On Jasper?” she asked.

“Yes, that’ll be interesting,” he said. “Eamonn says that the girls have to leave their jobs when he’s finished with them, I don’t think he has much time for Jasper.”

“He’s a little fucker,” she said. “Did you know that he got Jess Black fired today?

“For what?”

“Something that happened over at PWC,” she said.

“Oh, you mean the two gay guys he was fucking?”

“What?”

“Oh, did you not know that?” Darren said. “I suppose you don’t know that him and Liam O’Dwyer were at it too?”

She leaned back against the wall, her hand covering her mouth.

"Now Liam will have to be fired too."

"They wouldn't do that would they?" she gasped.

"I had to leave when we went public," Darren said, "if they don't fire him, I'll come after them."

“There was also a rumour that he was fucking you too, Caroline,” he said, “is that true?”

“No, Darren, it isn’t. I swear to you.”

“Ok, but don’t forget that I hear everything eventually.”

“He tried flirting with me, but I wasn’t into that,” she said. “He was totally inappropriate at a client meeting, so I told him to leave me alone.”

“He told Eamonn that he was close to sealing the deal.”

“That cunt,” she spat out, “trying to be the big man to try and match Macker’s reputation, I expect. He was just bragging, Darren. I have no control over that. There was nothing going on with him. I swear on everything I own.”

"Has Jasper ever tried it on with you?" Darren asked.

Her eyes flickered as she glanced at the ceiling before returning to meet his.

"No, he hasn't," she said meekly.

"Ok, look," he said, "this is going to get very messy, and I don't know what the outcome will be, but Jasper is going to get dragged across the coals for this, he'll have to stand down and his name will be mud, along with whichever little slapper he is entangled with at the moment."

"How do you know that'll happen, Darren?" she said, swallowing something in her throat. "Jasper Halston is a very powerful man."

"Because, my dear," he said, moving towards her and brushing her hair away from her face, "We intend to fuck him completely."

He placed his hand in his pocket and switched the recorder on his phone off, then brought it back out and stroked her cheek.

"However, this is our evening, love," he whispered as his lips moved to hers. "Let's not speak of work for a while."

"Darren," she sighed as their lips caressed softly, and he slid the blouse from her shoulders and kissed the side of her neck.

He reached around and unhooked her bra, feeling the weight of her breasts as they released from their white lace cups. Her hand touched his rampant erection and slid to the button holding his trousers closed, unzipping him, and listening as the weight of whatever he had in his pockets caused them to drop quickly to the floor. He took off his shirt as she pulled his shorts down, releasing the full magnitude of his impressive erection. It always made her breath catch until she recalled what the next thirty seconds or so would bring, and she sighed in frustration as she gripped it in her hand.

"You can take it in your mouth if you wish, Caroline," he whispered. "I know you think I don't like it, but it's time I began to enjoy you."

"Are you sure, Darren?" she whispered.

"Yes."

She kissed him as her hand felt the wetness at the tip and she slid to her knees looking up at the underside of it, almost in worship. She was thinking that it won’t last long in any case, so she wrapped her lips around the head and began to make soft sucking motions while also wrapping her tongue around the sensitive orb.

Darren lightly held her head in place, watching her technique and comparing it to Paige. CC was an amateur in comparison, but she was effective in bringing a low moan to his throat and a rapid end to this attempted coupling. She was a little surprised when he began to thrust into her mouth, and even shocked when he took her hand away from the base and slid it further in and slightly down her throat. She gagged as he continued his thrusting, fluid beginning to accumulate around her vulva, and her nipples grossly extended in arousal.

"I'm going to come," he whispered.

She held on to him in her mouth as she growled her assent, leaning her head back slightly and clamping her lips around the corona as he exploded and a huge flow of semen spurted violently into her mouth, coating her inner cheeks, tongue, and throat with the salty viscous fluid before she gathered it together and swallowed it slowly, relishing the feeling as it slipped deliciously down her throat. He was bent slightly forward at the waist, his breathing heavy and his eyes closed as she stood and took him in her arms.

"That was amazing," she whispered, searching his face for a reaction. "How do you feel?"

"Wiped out, to be honest," he said with a laugh. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I've been reading about it since before we got married," she said.

"I've been doing some reading too," he said.

"Oh, and what have you read?" she asked with a grin.

"Let's go inside and I'll show you," he said.

"What about our reservation?"

"Fuck it, if we make it, we make it," he said and led her to the bedroom.

She smiled what she thought was a knowing smile as she sat on the side of the bed watching his erection slowly subside. A glance at her watch told her that she expected him to be asleep in a few minutes' time. He stopped suddenly and snapped his fingers a little more briskly than would have been expected. He turned on his heel and returned to the bathroom, taking the phone from the pocket of his discarded trousers, and sending the recording to Eamonn by WhatsApp with a brief texted explanation.

He returned to the bedroom, switching the bathroom light off and walked across the beige carpeted floor to kneel before her as she looked at him with amusement. He touched her face with his hand, his thumb softly stroking her skin before touching her lower lip and gently teasing it away from her upper lip.

"This is new," she thought as he eased her back on the bed, kissing the soft skin under her chin, her breastbone and down between her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her erect nipple and held one of her breasts in his hand as he breathed on her, causing a flurry of tense and other unknown and unrecognised feelings to swim freely through her body.

He touched her shaved mound with his fingers, feeling her softness and smoothness. He moved his tongue over the surface to test the temperature, taste its flavour and inhale her scent. She placed her hand on his head and took a handful of his hair in her fingers, gently pulling and releasing it as her arousal built and her breathing laboured. He took her legs in his hands, holding her buttocks as his thumbs moved to the outer lips of her labia, gently separating them as his tongue skimmed over her for this first time. He moved his tongue downwards towards her vagina, struggling to make proper contact as she appeared to have an uncommon angle of approach causing him to have the inability to connect his tongue properly with her vaginal entrance.

He sat back on his knees to examine her position and saw that her hips were slightly distorted as they appeared to be canted at a small, previously unnoticed angle that prohibited direct contact. Her eyes opened suddenly to see what had happened, and he came back to the bed carrying two pillows, one of which he placed under her bum to elevate it slightly in the hope that it would aid his desire to fulfil her. She smiled as she snuggled her bum into the soft pillow, and he tried again, this time with more success.

Darren bore down and spent an inordinate amount of time, licking, sucking, and stroking her entire vulva with his lips and tongue, he found her clitoris quickly as her arousal began to peak, and her body began to perspire. She whispered his name as his tongue entered her vagina and her hips lifted in exultation and erotic desire. A tangible feeling of extreme sensuality enveloped them both as he continued to explore her soft pink vulva, the secretions of which were beginning to pool on the bed as he heard her breathing become raspier and her sighs become moans until her body finally tensed and she cried out in a beautiful agony as a monumental orgasm burst its way through her, causing her to completely lose control as she fought to hold him to her and plead for mercy simultaneously.

She moved him aside slightly, brought her knees together, and turned on her side, assuming a foetal position as she fought to recover and also to revel in the feeling of complete abandonment and completion. Tears streamed from her eyes as he moved to comfort her, an understanding now beginning to dawn on him. He held her close as she turned into him, safe in the cradle of his strong arms.

She felt the return of his erection as it rested against her hip. She was in disbelief. How was this possible? Where did he learn these techniques? How did he know to use a pillow under her bum? She tried to speak, but her voice wasn't working. Did she really care? He had just given her the only recognisable orgasm of her life. It was an orgasm that she'd only read about in books and that she always felt were exaggerations used for artistic license and she was eager to see where this was going to go. He touched her leg, sending a shiver through her as she turned to look at him, a smile of pleasure and satisfaction on her face.

He knelt between her legs, his erection full and ready again, as she shook her head slightly in wonder and pleasure. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, both of them fully engaged as they connected like never before, her tongue sucked deep into his mouth as she moaned in further arousal and longing. He moved slightly as he shifted the angle of his head to deepen the kiss further, the tip of his penis touching her clitoris accidentally in the process. She hissed at the touch, and he touched her breast again.

He reached down and slowly positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to her vagina. Old memories of disappointment, letdown and frustration flooded her thoughts as he slowly entered her, the usual feelings associated with his girth of stretching her tight opening still present. It usually disappeared quite quickly as it appeared to be doing now. He had only penetrated her by about two inches, and he was struggling to get any further. He withdrew and placed the pillow underneath her again. He penetrated a further three inches this time and she could feel every millimetre past the third inch. He attempted a couple of slow thrusts, but still felt incomplete as he was still only a little over halfway inside her.

He felt that another pillow might make the difference but thought that would just be ridiculous, so he slipped his arms under her legs and lifted them as Paige instructed, bending her slightly at the waist as he finally drove fully inside her, her scream of agonised joy loud in his ears. She clung to him as he pistoned inside her, not giving her any opportunity to rest as his penis moved swiftly and forcefully, bringing her to a rapid orgasm that covered him in a warm fluid that was sweet smelling and deliciously decadent as it flowed freely over them both.

"Oh, Jesus, Darren," she whimpered as he continued thrusting inside her, another orgasm swiftly following on from the first before several more arrived almost simultaneously as she hoped she would never cease feeling these constant, excruciatingly wonderful feelings.

They kissed deeply as he slowed his pace a little, taking her hands in his as they lay on the bed above her head. Their interlaced fingers unified as they sped towards a shared orgasm that built solidly and incrementally with every precious thrust of his penis. The sound of her moans became higher in pitch as his breath became harder to control. She released his hands and clung to his body, pulling him closer as they both climaxed powerfully at close to the same moment.

Her head was spinning as the after-effects of so many powerful emotions swirled through her confused brain. Her legs, still hooked high around his waist, trembled uncontrollably as his cock, still amazingly quite firm following what felt like a huge explosion, flexed deliciously inside her. She prayed he’d maintain his position, even just for a short while longer. She adored the feeling of how he felt inside her, filling her vagina completely, keeping her warm, completing her entirely.

He moved slightly, withdrawing a little.

“No, Darren, please don’t move,” she breathed, her desire overwhelming him, “not yet. I need you inside me.”

“Are you sure I’m not hurting you?”

“Yes, it’s glorious,” she smiled, kissing him ravenously as another forceful tremor surged through her.

Over at the Spencer Dock Hotel, Eamonn and Tara were ensconced in a deep embrace, as she kissed him and tasted her climax on his face. Her hand shook as the effect of a massive orgasm wormed its way through her.

“That was the best one yet, Eamonn,” she whispered in the dimness of the hotel room.

“Would you like some more?” he teased her nipple with a finger.

“We have all night,” she said, disengaging and reaching for a bottle of water.

Eamonn’s phone buzzed with a text from Darren. He reached over her lazily to pick it up off the bedside locker.

“It’s a voice note from Darren, will I play it?”

“As long as he doesn’t need you to leave,” she said.

“He knows who I’m with,” he said and hit the little arrow beside a line of graphics.

They listened to the recording in silence, and she asked him to play it again. Tara sat up in bed as Eamonn noticed the text that had come in with it. He showed it to Tara.

“Halston is grooming CC, I interrupted a tryst by accident. We need to sort him out, listen to the voice note carefully.”

They listened to it again. Tara held Eamonn’s hand as he stroked the side of her knee absentmindedly while the recording played. She watched the movement of his fingers, fascinated at the lightness of his touch and the ease of their comfortability together.

When the message finished, she breathed out and rested her head back into the pillows behind her as Eamonn’s hand moved to the softer flesh of her inner thigh, a movement dictated by their closeness rather than an overtly sexual advance.

“I’m not taking the New York job,” she blurted out.

He turned his head with a start to look at her. He said nothing. He smiled. He felt relief. He didn’t want her to leave.

“No?” he said.

“No,” she repeated, watching his hand, longing for him to continue its journey.

“Good, I don’t want you to,” he said.

“You never said anything,” she whispered as her eyes searched his, trying to read him.

“I’d never stand in your way, babe,” he said, “but I always hoped you’d see me.”

“We do see each other.”

“You know what I mean,” he said, “really see me.”

He moved his hand as he spoke, an outstretched thumb increasing the area of her skin that it claimed. She slid downward in the bed slightly, placing her face in front of his and causing his hand to move higher.

She kissed him softly as she looked deep into his soft grey eyes, his inner sadness was clearer at times, and this was one of those occasions. She swallowed as his thumb lightly feathered the increasing dampness of her vulva.

“I see no one else, love,” she whispered, “I’ve only ever seen you.”

“Do you know when I miss you the most?” he asked, his eyes holding a frankness that was never on display.

“No,” she said.

“When I’m with you.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“These evenings are my treasure, Tara. You’re my prize, my star, my truth. About halfway through our times together I begin to miss you because I know the clock is ticking towards the end of them,” he said, “we’ll leave here in the morning with no certainty of when we’ll see each other again.”

“Eamonn, I feel the same way,” she whispered as his lips touched hers and his finger began to move around her outer labia. “God, what are you doing to me?”

“Making sure this is not a dream.”

She touched her tongue to his lips, pulling him close, feeling his fingers softly massaging her, raising her temperature as the heat built inside her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered as her hand lay flat against his flexing erection.

“I will,” he whispered, “but not yet.”

“Fuck,” she almost screamed in frustration, “you’re a bastard sometimes.”

“But you still love me,” he grinned.

“Yes, I do,” she whispered, “and you love me.”

“More than you’ll ever know.”

“What’re you going to do about CC?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “it depends.”

“On what? She’s obviously been with him in some form.”

“You heard the note and read the text,” he said. “Darren is not an idiot. He’ll do what he wants to do himself. I don’t think it’s my place to steer him in any particular direction. My job is to support him.”

“What if he asks?”

“I’ll be gathering information beforehand. I’ll give him everything I have, then it’s between the pair of them,” he said. “I’m more interested in what we can do to Jasper fucking Halston.”

“You know, Eamonn,” Tara said. “This might be a solution to a few of our collective problems.”

He smiled at her.

“Go on,” he grinned, “I’m all ears.”

“Halston has been doing this kind of thing for years. It was never disclosed and was hidden away from public consumption,” she said.

“From what I know, his modus operandi is to stalk his prey for a few weeks, flirting and teasing her during afternoons or weekends in his office, or the pad he owns in Lansdowne Mews.

When she eventually succumbs, he’ll fuck her silly until he gets bored with her and then jettison her while, at the same time, undermining her position at the firm causing her to have no option but to resign having signed an NDA.”

“Ok, so how does that help us if everyone is silenced?”

“Did you not listen to the voice note?”

“I listened,” he said, “what did I not hear?”

“Samantha is still employed there. She hasn’t signed an NDA yet and, even if she did, it’d be useless.”

“So she can spill the beans if we can persuade her to,” he finished her thought.

“I can offer her an advanced position at PWC in exchange for chapter and verse on the abuse of his position.”

“What happens then?” Eamonn said, “he owns the firm.”

“He can be removed and forced to relinquish his shareholding,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“How do you think I got where I am today, Eamonn?” she said. “The difference this time is I’m in a position to dissolve Halston Holdings and rename it with a more appropriate name that someone else hasn’t chosen.”

“You wouldn’t,” he said.

“If I did, would you and Darren join me?”

“Yes, but only as equal partners.”

“That's a given," she said. "Could we still fuck occasionally?”

“No, that wouldn’t be ethical,” he said.

“Oh,” she said, and her face dropped.

“It’d have to be contractual,” he said.

“You little fucker, I’m going to ….”

“Now, now Ms. Boss Lady,” he said, sliding his thumb inside her vagina. “I need to calm you down first, now kiss me you beautiful woman. It’s time you fucked me for a change.”

CC held tightly to Darren as he softened and withdrew from her. She watched as he snuggled into her, his eyes bright and shining in the dimness of the bedroom. She caught the glow of the bedside clock and blinked as she saw the time of 11:14 in the clock’s display. They had been fucking for almost four hours.

"Have you taken something?" she said with a grin.

"What?"

"Have you taken something?" she repeated. "A little blue pill perhaps?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said seriously.

"Viagra, Cialis," she said.

"Oh, sorry," he said, "I didn't know what you meant. Of course I haven't."

"Then how did you last so long?"

"I expect it was because we did things correctly for once," he said.

"Where did you get that pillow thing from?"

"A friend of Eamonn's suggested it. She was half right; it was only when I looked at you that I noticed the slight offset of your hips."

"Did she tell you to bend me over too?"

"She intimated that it might help; she was right about that, although you wrapping your legs around me was a godsend, Caroline," he said, touching her face. "Was it good?"

"It was perfect, Darren," she whispered, "I loved it. Do you think we could do it again?"

"I'm sure we could, if you'd wait for me to recover."

"I love you," she said.

"I love you. Do you fancy a cup of tea and some food? I'm fucking starving," he said.

"Yes, I'll make a couple of sandwiches in a minute, I doubt if I could walk properly at the moment."

"I'll do it," he said, "I have to lock the house up in any case."

"I'll take a shower first, if that's ok," she said, "I must stink of sex."

"Me too, although I quite like it."

"I'm happy for you," she laughed. "I'll be ten minutes. Make the tea and I'll be with you then."

He got out of bed and went to the kitchen. He heard her moving around the bedroom and, shortly after, he heard the shower running. He walked to the hall and lifted her bag from under the stairs, brought it back inside and opened it on the kitchen island. He peered inside and saw a change of clothes and shoes. He lifted them out gently, leaving them in the formation in which they had lain inside the bag. The clothing included three G-strings in various colours and fabrics, three matching bras along with two babydoll negligees and two lace body suits, in black and white, that had very little material in them. There was also a pair of brand new black shoes with fuck me heels and two unopened pairs of black sheer stockings and suspender belts.

He placed them all on the worktop to the side of the bag and looked again. He saw a bag for toiletries and lifted that out, unzipping it quickly and looking inside. The usual feminine products were present, deodorant, makeup and mirror, toothbrush and toothpaste, mouthwash, her personal soap, and body wash that she normally used, a douche, a small tube of lube and a dozen condoms in an unopened box. His countenance was troubled as he put all that together in his head.

He laid it all out and took some pictures on his phone before taking another look in the bag. A white envelope leaned against the outside wall of the bag. He lifted it out and opened the unsealed flap, taking out some documents that were inside. He straightened them out to read them and saw that the one on top was an unsigned NDA from Jasper Halston stating that what occurred between them on a personal level was consensual, private and confidential. It also outlined the penalties should she disclose anything that occurred between them to anyone else. It was dated from the day before and was signed by him and a large X sat beside the dotted line at the bottom with her name typed below it.

There was also a note.

My dear, beautiful, CC,

It's been really wonderful to have gotten to know you a little more intimately over the past few weeks. I love our little afternoon visits and enjoy your sweet lips as we become acquainted with each other a little more intimately than before. I long to wake beside you on the morning after our first overnight visit together.

I've included the promised NDA for you to sign before we take that definitive and wonderful step to the ultimate consummation of our intimacy.

You are all I can think about and I long to feel your breath on my face as we become lovers having known the sensations of your breath on my face as we kiss and on my cock as it enters your mouth.

My heart leapt at the pictures of your freshly shaved cunt. I long to taste your sweetness and enjoy your aroma, now you have finally agreed to rid yourself of that horrid thatch.

Please sign the enclosed and bring it with you to the Mews this evening. From thence we shall be one.

All my love,

Jasper.

As he read the letter, he died a little inside. He took a picture of both the letter and the NDA and placed it back in her bag. He then placed everything back in their exact positions, reconsidered his actions and removed the envelope again, closed the bag and returned it to its place under the stairs. He then picked her phone up from where she had left it charging.

He had trouble with the PIN because of the shaking of his hands, dropping it on the carpet as he heard the shower shut off. He took her phone and switched it off before placing it and the envelope on top of the wall cabinet beside the fridge larder unit. She was forever misplacing her phone so it wouldn't be a surprise to her.

He hit the switch on the kettle again and quickly assembled two ham and cheese sandwiches, placing them under the grill and leaning back against the island, his thoughts running wild in his head as she joined him in the kitchen wearing only a smile. She held him in her arms as they silently watched the sandwiches toasting under the orange glow of the grill. She leaned her head against his chest, a smile on her face, her eyes wide and satisfied.

The kettle switched itself off and she pushed herself off him to make the tea as he watched her bum mock him as she sauntered across the room. She poured the water into the mugs after lifting the sandwiches out from under the grill. As she concentrated on that, Darren sent the pictures over to Eamonn.

“Does your phone ever stop?” she laughed.

“Hmm? Sorry?” he said distractedly.

“Your phone. It never stops.”

“I was just checking to see if there was anything in,” he said. “There’s nothing exciting.”

“Well, put it away and we’ll take this into the bedroom.”

He demolished the sandwich and tea on the journey, placing the empty cup on the floor of the bathroom as he passed the door. She laughed when she saw him.

“You were starving, love,” she said gently.

“I know,” he said, “I don’t recall eating earlier.”

She sat on the side of the bed to eat, quickly swallowing the food to quell the rumbling in her stomach. From his vantage point on the bed beside her, he watched as she stood to brush a few stray breadcrumbs from the bedding, his eyes drawn to her smooth, hairless mound. He saw that she was speaking to him, but all he could think about was Halston’s cock between her lips as his eyes stared at her mouth.

Curiously he felt a stirring in his penis, bringing a smile to her lips. She noticed as it began to thicken and enlarge. She knelt between his legs and slowly took him deep into her mouth, savouring the experience as she slowly became entranced by the magnificence of his beautiful cock as it filled her mouth and stretched her lips wide.

She thought fleetingly about Jasper’s little dick, which was a complete disappointment in comparison. A few little thrusts into her mouth had finished him and his demand that she shaved and signed an NDA before he fucked her grated a little on her, so much so that she hadn’t yet signed it. Signing it, she felt, was akin to signing a divorce agreement, something that she didn’t want to do now that she had Darren’s cock almost down her throat again.

She felt his hips lift and move as his scrotum tightened. She prepared herself for a veritable tsunami to cascade into her mouth again and her body tingled in expectant longing. She felt him tap lightly on the crown of her head and she lifted her eyes to his, holding his cock tightly between her lips as he looked down at her and whispered for her to stop.

"What's wrong, babe?" she asked quietly.

"I don't want to come in your mouth, love," he whispered.

"Why, am I not doing it right for you?"

"It's the most wonderful feeling, Caroline," he whispered, "I just want to be inside you again."

"I think that's as good a reason as any," she whispered, as she slid her body along his, enjoying his actions as he turned his body to leave her on her back beneath him.

As she hadn't yet signed the NDA he had no problem in fucking her, for possibly the last time, which is what he intended. He kissed her quickly, leaving her floundering at the brevity of the kiss, needing the feel of his tongue and the depth of their connection. It was almost as though he had disconnected certain things, to focus on a singular aim. Certain things that she had done with Halston leaving really only one final act to yet experience with him, the very act that Darren seemed to only be interested in suddenly.

"Did he find my bag downstairs while I showered? Did he look inside and find the envelope, the new lingerie I had bought? The lube and condoms?" she thought. "Did he search my phone? If so I'm fucked."

Her thoughts evaporated as he lifted her legs for her to wrap around his waist and his cock stretched her open once again, it was a primal feeling of invasion and completion as her eyes rolled back in her head at the concupiscent nature of his movement, slowly in the beginning, speeding up incrementally until he was fully enshrouded by her tight and saturated vagina. Fully ensconced, he paused to look into her eyes. He saw how they swam in exhilaration and desire. Her lips sought his, but he moved his head slightly, and they landed somewhere around his cheekbone. He kissed her shoulder, sucking the skin deep into his mouth, leaving a mark, and sending a further tingle down her spine.

"I love you, Darren," she sighed as her head began to sway and loll as her neck muscles relaxed in surrender to the omniscient recognition of an impending internal release.

He withdrew almost to the tip, easing it back fully and seductively as she lost the power of her limbs, causing her legs to release his hips as they flopped weakly onto the bed beside him. He lifted her bum with both hands and withdrew it fully again as a cry of wanton arousal rent the air when her orgasm tore her apart, causing her to cling tightly to him for support and succour while her muscles screamed at her brain in agonised pleasure. He thrust deeply inside her again, withdrawing quickly and fully before thrusting inside her yet again, speeding up his movements until he felt her peak again. She screamed as his finger slipped onto her anal opening, just resting on it, as she cried out once more.

He felt her bend at the hip, causing her buttocks to open slightly, a silent, intimate signal to him. He felt the intimacy in the tip of his cock as he continued to thrust harder and deeper, the thoughts of her unuttered permission pushing him to higher peaks of desire until, finally, his finger dipped slowly into her anus, no more than a knuckle deep, causing her to almost leap out of his arms. His penis almost exploded with the power of his onrushing climax as he pumped a copious amount of semen into her hot vagina.

"Darren!" she screamed as she hermetically wrapped herself around him, soothing them both and calming the storms within.

He remained above her as she spoke in rambled words. Words of love and longing, her thoughts totally askew as all semblance of coherence totally vanished. Her eyes fluttered shut and she fell into a deep sleep, drunk with pleasure and love. He remained inside her until his erection finally subsided and he slipped out of her to a sleepy sigh and a little tremor before falling asleep himself soon after.

He woke at 5:30. She was snoring loudly beside him, something she never did. It was an indication that she would be almost comatose for several hours yet. He dressed quickly, collected the phone and the envelope from the kitchen, and left for work at 6:15, deciding to shower at the office instead of at home in case he woke her. CC slept the sleep of the just and woke in a cloud of deep fulfilment somewhere in the later morning. She sat up in bed to check the time and then, deciding it was too late, fell back asleep again.

TBC