8.
We f****d again in the shower and then again on the bed. I was completely head-over-heels, as though I had taken a d**g that made me want him until I was sick of him. He was never enough. I wanted to lick him, bite him, kiss him and feel him inside me… continuously.
In the end we reclined, between the sheets, exhausted. The sun was beginning to rise.
‘What a wonderful mess,’ he yawned. He turned to look at his alarm clock. ‘In two hours I’m supposed to go to work,’ he sighed.
‘What work?’ I asked. Then I corrected myself: ‘If you want to tell me, of course.’
‘It’s not a secret,’ he smiled. ‘I have an investment company.’
I laughed. ‘The wolves are also on the Canary Wharf, as well as Wall Street.’
‘Yup. What I want to know is what has gotten into you,’ he added, becoming more ser
