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Valentine took over again, helping Finn pull off her dress
and stripping off his clothes. She lay wantonly back on
the bed, drank champagne with him, then writhed with
pleasure as he trickled it over her body and kissed and
licked it off, and by the time he reached her Agent
Provocateurs she really didn't care. And then he was inside
her and they were fucking. Everything else melted away
as waves of pleasure rippled through her and the thought
went through her mind that for now at least he belonged
to her. And oh, this was going to be so good, this was so
good, she was nearly there and it was going to be so good
coming together. But, hang on! That was quicker than usual ,
she thought as Finn groaned and oh babied and oh Goded
to his climax. Maybe he had something else in mind for
her? But after the briefest of kisses he disengaged and
flopped down on the bed next to her.
    'That was fucking amazing, V,' he murmured, peeling
off the condom and throwing it on the floor. Then to
Valentine's deep disappointment and frustration he fell
asleep. It had been four weeks; she had expected more.
She lay next to him for a while, enjoying the feeling of
his body next to hers. He was so gorgeous, his skin golden-brown
all over and without a blemish; his face was so
handsome, resembling Jude Law in The Talented Mr Ripley .
Some people, Lauren for instance, thought his looks were
too pretty-boy, but Valentine thought he was just perfect.
She couldn't resist him. Knew she should, but couldn't.
    When they'd broken up she managed six weeks without
speaking to him, resisting all his texts, calls and emails.
She had been trying to build up the core of steel as
directed by Lauren, but maybe not hard enough, because
one night when he'd called begging her to see him and
she was missing him particularly badly she'd given in.
And after that time it became even harder to resist him.
And so began the exquisite torture of being the other
woman again, seeing him once or twice a month and
always on his terms. Finn kept promising that he would
leave Eva when the time was right, but the time never
was. He couldn't leave her while she was in such and such
a play as she'd be devastated; her dad was ill or something
else. Thinking about it did not make Valentine feel
good about herself and she knew if one of her girlfriends
was behaving in such a way she would really think that
they had lost the plot. The trouble was she loved Finn
like she had never loved another man. Their affair had
been so intense and passionate. She sighed. Thinking of
the past always made her feel blue. She wished Finn would
wake up, hold her, tell her that he loved her, but he was
out for the count. She traced a finger along his shoulder
hoping he would wake up, but he batted her hand away
in his sleep and turned over. She, on the other hand,
wasn't at all sleepy; she felt totally wired.
    She sat up in bed, looking round the room for evidence
of his life with Eva. Finn was always claiming things were
rocky between them and that Eva had moved out, but
she was never sure how much to believe. On her last trip
to the flat Valentine had discovered a set of her exquisite
black lace La Perla lingerie. The size six on the label
was like a slap in the face. She was double the size of the
woman! The subsequent downward spiral had been
particularly bad. Now she crept off the bed. Ugh! She
stifled a 'fuck' as her foot squelched on the condom.
She threw it in the bin and headed for the chest of drawers
where she could see Finn's phone beckoning her over. She
just had to see if there were any new pictures of Eva or
the SGF [skinny girlfriend] as she thought of her. She
knew she shouldn't – it was borderline stalkerish behaviour
and plain wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. She gave
a quick backward glance at Finn to check he was still
asleep and picked up the phone.
    A whole new set of pictures of Eva greeted her. She
resembled a twenty-something Elle Macpherson, with her
long limbs,