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his fingers and steadying her as he stroked back and forth. He paused.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    She groaned but reached behind her buttocks with one hand, grabbing his balls and squeezing them none too gently, which in turn made him moan. “Don’t you fucking dare!” she mumbled, her mouth virtually incapable of saying anything coherent. “Just one more,” she said, turning her head so that he could kiss her as she fondled him, letting him slide further into her wet, aching slit. “One more.”
    With that, he bucked his hips, making her tremble as she lay curled in the spoon position, feeling his thighs, damp with perspiration, move against her own. Her one free hand clawed the sheets, a mess of cloth beneath them, while she held onto him with the other.
    He was tired, she could tell —his body moving with a soft, weary desire now rather than the furious lust she had experienced throughout the night. How he could keep going like that, however! She had, literally, lost count of the times she had orgasmed, and had she been placed on her feet at that moment she would have collapsed immediately on the floor. It was all she could do now just to grip onto him, her breasts swelling beneath his arm, her pussy sore but desperate for one more climax, so wet and soft around his shaft.
    As he pushed into her again, a steady rhythm now, he latched his mouth where her neck met her shoulder, fixing himself to her. Before she closed her eyes, she could see the thick dark lines of his tattoos along his arms. Then she lost all sense of anything other than that magnificent erection of his, the steel ring on its tip rubbing against her cervix and then down against a G-spot she had barely been aware of before that night, and once again her body went into spasms, toes curling and legs shaking as she whimpered pitifully.
    This time, when he came again, she really knew it was the last one—at least for that morning. For a long while they simply lay together, his body curled around her smaller one, his breath warm against her neck as she gasped for air, her chest eventually rising and falling more calmly.
    As his cock began to shrink to something approaching normal proportions, she grimaced slightly as it pulled from her. “Oh, hell,” she moaned, rolling onto her back, one of his arms beneath her head, the other resting lightly on her abdomen. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a week!”
    “We can do something about that,” Cam said, kissing her shoulder gently. He suddenly lifted up his one free hand and inspected something on her shoulder.
    “What is it?”
    “Sorry,” he said with a small laugh. “I think I left you with the mother of all hickies. I hope you don’t have an interview or anything like that today.”
    Trying to look down at her own shoulder, instead she caught sight of his broad chest and felt another strange, quiver run through her abdomen. Biting her lip, she let her head fall backwards against his, staring directly into those deep. blue eyes of his.
    “But as I was saying, before I interrupted myself, I’m sure we can find something better for you to do this week than, you know, walk.” His grin was infectious and she let out a laugh at the sight of his crazy face.
    “I thought you were busy! On tour, remember! Or is that it for supporting Optima?”
    Cam let out a sigh and turned onto his back, the crown of his head tilted slightly sideways so that it touched hers. “No, we’ve got a good few weeks yet. The UK was just the first part of a European tour which will take over a month to complete.”
    “How exciting!”
    “Yeah, yeah, I guess it is.” Cam seemed deep in thought, looking up at the ceiling of the room. “Johnny did me a real favour.”
    “So, sound more thrilled about it! I mean, you’re only supporting one of the best bands in the world.”
    At this he gave a small laugh and then turned his eyes to hers once more, a flash of blue. “Until last night, it was the