She shut her eyes and let the thrilling humiliation overwhelm her for a moment.
Then she spoke.
‘Please, may I suck you?’
‘Suck what?’
‘Your cock. Please, may I suck your cock.’
‘Thank you. You may.’
She did, deep and hungrily, while he tried his best to hold back for as long as possible.
He could ask anything of me, she thought, tremulous with alarm and adoration. He knows he has this power over me now.
What she had thought might be a secret, summer fling was moving far beyond her self-imposed limits, and fast.
What if I’ve fallen in love? It feels that way – as if he could kill me with a careless word. Oh, God.
She acc
epted and swallowed the quantity of bitterish liquid he spurted into her mouth, as gratefully as if it had been champagne from a king. Without being asked, she licked his shaft clean and kissed the tip, then bent her head and waited for him to speak.
He didn’t for a while, lolling on the chair and recovering his breath.
When he revived, he bent forward and lifted her chin.
‘Are you mine?’ he asked.
‘Yes.’ She didn’t need to think twice.
‘I knew it. You’re still on your knees. You’re waiting for my permission, aren’t you?’ He stroked her cheek with his thumb, his gaze upon her so intense she thought it would shrivel her up. ‘Good girl. Come on.’
He pulled her up into his lap and they snogged like teenagers, all tongues and fumbling fingers and clashing teeth, until her face was raw with stubble burn and there was nothing for it but to go back to the mattress and fuck each other into oblivion.
Her last words before they slid into well-earned sleep were, ‘Am I forgiven?’
‘’Course,’ he murmured. ‘Cos you’re mine.’
Her last thought was that she needed to get that bed delivered, and soon.
Chapter Six
Next day’s Bledburn Gazette brought an unpleasant little shock with it.
TALENT TEAM COMES TO TOWN said the headline, then underneath, STARSPOTTER JENNA DIAMOND TO JUDGE LOCAL CONTEST.
‘Oh, fuck!’ she exclaimed, spreading the paper out on the kitchen table. Jason was painting upstairs, out of earshot, so she flipped out her phone and rang Lawrence immediately.
‘Lawrence,’ she said without preamble, speaking over his delighted noises of recognition. ‘You’ve spoken to the Gazette. Why?’
‘Why not?’
‘I never agreed to this! I said I’d think about it.’
‘But you were going to agree, surely. For Bledburn. For the kids.’
He seemed to put inverted commas around ‘the kids’ and it made him sound sarcastic, riling her up even more.