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Kate acepted the challenge. This man was every bit as sophisticated as herself, equally intelligent, and — more importantly — she trusted him. She didn’t know why, but she had the distinct feeling that he was completely above board and that he would give her what he went on to promise: a great deal of money for discreetly ‘entertaining’ a few well-chosen clients. Furthermore, the fact that her sexual prowess would be tested by what he called ‘his boys’ rather than himself appealed to her. She wanted this man to be a friend and an equal. Attractive as she found him, she was not sexually attracted to him. Nor did she want sex between them to be an issue that could complicate their putative relationship. She found the nature of that relationship almost as arousing as sex itself. And she turned on by the idea of ‘the boys’. After they finished their drinks and left the Ritz, they crossed Piccadilly and went into the narrow maze of streets that housed some of London’s most select shops —
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‘Turn round,’ said Rupert. Kate obeyed. She would accept whatever this man decided to do to her. As she turned, Rupert pressed lightly on her shoulders, bending her forwards, at the same time forcing her legs further apart and exposing her buttocks to him. His erection nestled briefly on the small of her back. Then it moved down, following the curve of her buttocks, pausing at the entrance of her anus. ‘No!’ she cried. ‘Not there! Please, Rupert, not there.’ ‘No,’ he replied from behind her. ‘Not there.’ Kate’s flames of desire now flickered again as his cock found her other entrance. His long, stiff penis burrowed into the satin membranes of her vagina and she moaned as her awareness focused only on the long, sweet and total entry of his body into hers. Her flesh jumped around him as he pushed forwards, her inner walls twitched and caressed him of their own accord. She was only dimly aware of the discomfort of her situation, of her arms flailing wildly around as she searched for so
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‘How about,’ teased Sebastian, ‘things like this?’ Now his talented hands played on her belly, massaging the aromatic oil over her soft skin. Kate groaned in pleasure and turned fully on to her back. She stretched luxuriantly, revelling in the warmth of the night, the gentle air on her warm body and the even more gentle, hugely erotic sensation of Sebastian’s hands as they slowly turned her entire body into a cauldron of desire. For a moment she let her own hand play with his hair, running her fingers through the silken strands, pulling gently and twisting them around her fingers in time with Sebastian’s movements. Then, as he moved further down her body, she stretched once more and reached over her head in a long, lazy arc. Her hands found the delicate petals of one of the climbing plants, and as she stroked their softness so Sebastian continued his tantalising ministrations, effortlessly turning her entire body into one glorious erogenous zone. His hands were all over her now, and a
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SOMEONE CAME TO her in the middle of the night. At first she didn’t know who it was; at first she was completely unaware of where she was. Sebastian and Rupert had enveloped her around them as she slept on the balcony and later, she dimly remembered, they had taken her inside when the caress of the night breeze had cooled. Then she had slept again, a sleep induced by extreme fatigue, yet disturbed by the same events that had made her tired. She had been tested. She had been made love to as no one had ever made love to her before. Kate the stockbroker was appalled by what she had done in this house. Kate the uninhibited sexual temptress was proud; a dangerous side of her, a hitherto buried aspect of her nature had, from somewhere in the depths of her soul, risen forth to meet the cutting edge of carnality, and to rejoice. Her sleep was disturbed. Someone was getting into bed with her. Someone with a lightness of touch that seemed familiar to her. Her befuddled brain cried out at the t
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DIPLOMACY. KATE WAS good at diplomacy. She already knew that. Her upbringing, her education, her job — all of them had trained her in the art of diplomacy. Diplomacy was playing with power. So was sex. Her sexuality had only been fully awakened - and there was a bitter irony — by Steven, the man who had so coolly and clinically dumped her. She had only been a pawn in his cynical game of sexual diplomacy. She hadn’t seen herself as a player. Well, now she was. A player in an altogether more sophisticated game. What she got out of this game was entirely up to her. Money - money that she didn’t even need - was a certainty. So was power. And, most importantly, so was her own sexual gratification. But that would depend on how she played the game. She paced the drawing room of the flat. Here she was, awaiting her first client. She wondered what he would be like. Then she remembered that it didn’t matter. He would, as a personality, be an irrelevance to her. He would probably bore her. He w
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TWO DAYS LATER, she met her next client. She opened the door to him and to a strange sensation that she had met him before, that she knew who he was. He was tall, very tall, and exuded an air of supreme confidence. He appeared worldly in the sense that he was accustomed to bending the world to his will, that other people's rules didn’t apply to him. Yet, like the man of two nights ago, he was charming, polite, and well-mannered. She wondered why such men had to seek illicit pleasures. ‘I’m Jim,’ said the man as she ushered him through the front door. ‘And I’m Cleo.’ So normal, so formal. So at odds with the reasons why they were both here. Yet she wasn’t called Cleo and he wasn’t called Jim. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what his real name was. She had either heard it or read it somewhere. No matter, she thought. Names go with personalities. This isn’t a personality. It’s a client. He was, however, quite interesting. Over champagne he talked about shares, bonds and fu
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‘IT’S NOT THAT we think you’ve done anything wrong...’ ‘So what is it then?’ Kate was so angry she lost sight of the fact that she was addressing the company chairman. She glared belligerently at him and waited for an answer. Miles Courtenay was clearly taken aback by her anger. He wasn’t used to being addressed in this manner even by his most senior colleagues — let alone by a woman who had, he firmly believed, been so keen to take on a major client that she had overlooked some essential background information. ‘I don’t see where I went wrong,’ continued Kate, too impatient to wait for his answer. ‘I acted on the information provided by the research department. I don’t wish to implicate them in what is, after all, only a rumour, but...’ ‘But no serious corporate financier would go all out for a client of the magnitude of Pharescault without doing a little research of their own.’ Miles’s voice was harsh. His eyes ice-cold. ‘I don’t understand,’ said Kate. ‘Perhaps that’s because
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Now he was touching her face gently, looking at her with something approaching adoration. ‘And there’s another reason, my dear Kate, why I had to find out if this lady of the night was really yourself.’ ‘Oh? And what's that?’ Kate could feel herself trembling. Damn. He would know why. He would know that she wasn’t trembling in fear. He was nuzzling at her neck now. ‘That night, at the chateau, I suddenly realised that I felt more for you than just lust . . .’ ‘Liar!’ With more strength than she knew she possessed, Kate pushed him away from her. ‘You bloody liar! In the light of the way you demonstrated “what you felt for me” I find that extraordinarily difficult to believe.’ She glared at him. ‘I barely knew you, Nero. I thought I was being invited for a quiet weekend in the country and what did I get instead? Four sex-crazed fiends who drugged me and then gang-banged me!’ Nero laughed again. ‘Gang-banged? What a quaint expression.’ He looked her straight in the eyes. ‘And it’s an
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