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Davina unhooked the shower head, leant back against the wall of the cubicle, her feet either side of the mat and thrust her hips forward so that the spray of water fell directly onto her pubic mound.
    Almost at once delicious sensations curled upwards, travelling through her belly to her breasts, and as her right hand played the water over her vulva she used her left hand to continue stroking her breasts, her eyes half closed and her lips slightly parted with the sheer hedonistic pleasure of it all.
    She’d never done anything like this in her life beforebut as her need for a climax grew she reluctantly released her tight little nipple and used her left hand to open herself up as fully as possible. As soon as the stinging spray from the shower touched the stimulated nerve endings her pleasure spilt and she felt the glorious hot, liquid warmth spreading through her while her entire body shook violently.
    When it was over she replaced the shower head, turned off the water and stepped quickly out of the cubicle, wrapping herself in a large fluffy towel that she’d placed over the heated rail. Already surprised by her own sensuality she was startled to find that even the touch of the soft fabric against her skin was pleasurable, and as she dried herself her nipples hardened again. She knew why, but she didn’t want to admit it. The truth was that all the time she’d been masturbating, and even now while she was drying herself, she was imagining Jay Prescott, his lean hard body entwined around his beautiful leggy blonde mistress. It was this that had really excited her.
    Once dressed Davina found that she was hungry and then, having eaten, realised that she wanted to work again. Without pausing to analyse why, she hurried intothe studio and within minutes was sitting on the stool, her pencil flying busily over the paper. She didn’t stop for nearly half an hour and then it was only the ache in her neck that made her straighten up. When she glanced at her work she was stunned. She didn’t know how she’d done it but the picture was full of the most incredible erotic passion.
    The expression on the woman’s face was different from any expression Davina had ever drawn before: sensual, arousing and sated all at the same time, while the man had an air of command about him that had been lacking earlier. His possession of the woman was obviously total, his domination over her absolute and this, Davina realised, was exactly how it was meant to be.
    As she turned out the lamp Davina knew, without a shadow of doubt, that this was the best work she’d ever done. ‘Thank you, Jay,’ she murmured, then shivered. If he could have that much of an effect on her work, what kind of an effect would he have on her life?

Chapter Three
    When Davina arrived for their meeting the next morning Jay was already waiting for her outside the front door and glanced pointedly at his watch. ‘You’re late.’
    ‘Surely not.’
    ‘I thought we agreed ten o’clock.’
    Davina glanced at her watch. ‘What time is it then?’
    ‘Four minutes past.’
    For a moment she thought he was teasing her, but quickly realised her mistake. Perhaps time mattered more in American courts, she thought. ‘Next time I’ll run,’ she told him.
    ‘It would be easier if you left on time. I thought we’d have coffee on the lawn as it’s such a lovely morning. Clive will bring it out to us.’
    Sitting down on one of two loungers clearly placed there earlier for their benefit, Davina noticed how smart Jay looked. He was wearing a brown and green sports jacket over a white open-necked shirt and his slacks were a pale fawn, immaculately pressed. All at once she was uncomfortably aware of the fact that her jeans had paint on them, and there was a small tear in the sleeve of her cotton top.
    ‘I thought I’d like to kick off with a dinner party on Saturday night for six people,’ he explained. ‘A couple of friends of mine are flying in from the States on Friday,