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style, suspended from the ceiling. Just do it – make me come.
    ‘Why are you uncomfortable some?’
    ‘I was just about to come. And now …’ I shrugged.
    ‘And now you’ve had a tiny break so it will be that much better,’ he said and smiled. It was the smile of a predator. A beautiful, frightening monster who I wanted to kiss so badly I could taste the wet cotton on his tongue if I concentrated.
    He pushed his mouth back to me, sucked, sucked, sucked and then pressed his tongue to that hard bit of flesh and when he bit me, I didn’t sense it coming. A quick controlled nip to my clit that sent a buzz-flash of pain through me and I was coming. Gripping my fucking thighs with my crazy-restless fingers and trying not to cry out. What came out of me was a sigh and a whimper and a moan that made me feel so ashamed and yet so liberated.
    When I opened my eyes he was standing. ‘I’ll get you some clothes to run home in. You still have time for a shower and to get back to Irv’s.’
    ‘But … you …’
    Were we done? I didn’t want to be done. I wanted to get my hands on him. Among other things.
    ‘Will be here tonight when you get back.’
    He handed me sweats and a hoodie and I laughed when I pulled them on. I looked like a toddler in her father’s clothes. He stooped, rolled the sweats and I hugged myself with the soft hoodie keeping me warm.
    ‘I’ve heard–’ I broke off. What had I been thinking?
    ‘You’ve heard what?’ He tossed my wet clothes in a side room. I assumed it to be a mudroom because I could see boots and a washer and dryer and a coat rack.
    ‘Nothing.’
    ‘Come on. We’ve just been intimate, Tuesday. Can’t you tell me?’
    I studied him and could see the smile in his eyes though it barely touched his lips.
    I shrugged and almost whispered. ‘I’ve heard things about you and your … sexual preferences.’
    ‘Goats?’ he asked, straight faced.
    ‘What? No!’ I yelped. My entire face now blazed with mortification.
    He laughed outright and I felt my body let loose more moisture. Shepherd Moore did weird fucking things to me – literally and figuratively.
    ‘So people are telling tales already? Interesting.’
    ‘I’m sorry. I never should have said. I don’t listen to gossip anyway.’ I turned to go. I had a job to get to. And a weird oral sex experience that still had me buzzing to ponder and analyse.
    He put his hand on the door so I couldn’t open it and a splinter of fear stabbed my chest. And I kind of liked it, I realised.
    ‘You can listen all you want, but what you need to consider is it’s up to you.’
    ‘What’s up to me?’
    He kissed me under my ear and I shivered. He’d yet to kiss my mouth. Then he pulled his hand away and opened the door for me. ‘Whether or not you let what you hear scare you off. Whether or not you’re going to find out about me for yourself.’
    I showered and tried not to overthink what had just happened. It had been oddly erotic having him make me come without seeing me naked or putting his mouth or hands or anything else directly on my nether regions.
    ‘That’s talent,’ I snorted, and rushed out of the shower. No time to dry my hair. I wrapped it in a towel and left it while I pulled on jeans and my new work tee. I swiped my eyes with mascara and my lips with gloss and put some cheeky pink crème blush on my cheeks. Then I braided my crazed hair into two braids and set about finding my motorcycle boots in my mess of moving stuff.
    I still had time, no need to panic. And I didn’t feel panicked. At least not about Irv’s or working or any of that. That atmosphere of his place made me feel at home and calm. It was what would come later that made me feel panicky. I’d be alone again with Shepherd. Would it be odd? Would I want to jump him? Did he only get girls off while they had clothes on? Did he shun traditional sex? Is that what Adrian had meant?’
    ‘Jesus Christ, Tuesday, stop it!’ I said, pulling on