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routine of putting a cigarette out with my foot.
    Finally at floor four, he grabs my hand and bids farewell to the couple. Walking the spacious corridors, I notice that Heath has a foolish grin on his face. He looks like he’s just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and I can’t help but join him in his expression.
    â€œHere we are.” He stops outside room 315 and pulls a key from his inside jacket pocket.
    I start to get nervous as he holds his arm out to the open door and says, “Ladies first.”
    Entering the room, I feel his eyes all over me as he flicks the two bedside lamps on. I walk forward and place my bag down as I scan the room. It’s big. It has a huge window running the length of the apartment, boasting a great view of London’s skyline, and has two large leather armchairs in either corner. The door to my left I’m guessing is the bathroom, and the bed looks like the most comfy squishy thing I’ve ever seen before, with its white and purple patterning and gold scatter cushions.
    Casting my eyes back to the mesmerizing view, I catch Heath’s reflection behind me and hear the door slam as he pushes it closed with his foot. Walking towards me, he loosens his tie, then reaches out and scoops my hair to one side before kissing my neck.
    â€œSo. Are you going to be a good girl tonight?”
    My hair stands to attention as his breath hits my neck, and I tease, “That all depends.”
    He kisses me again. “On what?”
    â€œOn whether you are going to tell me your name or not.”
    He looks at my image in the window. “It’s Berkley.” Tugging the end of his tie from one side of his collar and walking around to face me, he says, “Now then.” He pulls me close. “Are you?”
    Only millimetres apart, tasting the air between us, I reply, “Why don’t you find out?”

Chapter Six
    Trapped between his firm body and the tie that’s taut across my arse, I ask him if he really wants me to be a good girl tonight, touching his lips ever so slightly with every ‘O’ I pronounce.
    â€œHell no,” he says, before invading my mouth.
    Rotating his tongue around mine, he pulls me tighter against his erection, and it brushes against my clit as I try to grind and thrust against him. Stepping back, he pulls me with him as he heads for the bed, flings me down, along with his tie, and kneels at the foot of the bed. My senses start to whirl, my head spins, my clit aches, and my mouth starts to salivate at the thought of what will happen next.
    Baring both of my feet, he sucks my toes one by one. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The sensation of his slippery tongue poking through my interspaces has my core tensing and my clit stiffening. He swaps to the other foot and does exactly the same; tasting each individual toe before pushing through between my toes and making me squirm. Now at the last toe, he runs his tongue to my heel, and then slowly up my calf muscle until he meets the bottom of my pencil skirt.
    â€œTurn over,” he growls.
    I do as I’m told, and he unzips my skirt slowly to the bottom of my arse, then peels back the sides to expose what’s beneath.
    â€œFuck,” he says, a low guttural sound.
    â€œWhat is it?” I strain my neck to get sight of him.
    â€œYou have the most amazing arse I’ve ever seen.”
    â€œStop it.” I blush, and try to pull my skirt closed.
    â€œYou stop it,” he orders, grabbing my wrists. He places my hands on the bed either side of my head, before grabbing my hips and lifting them high, until my toes are the only things touching the soft carpet.
    Burying my head into the bed I feel him tug at my skirt until it falls freely to the floor, then he slaps my bare bum cheek lightly. Not expecting it, I stand, but his hand guides me back into my bent position, and he spanks me again.
    â€œI told you I didn’t want