‘Come for me,’ Brett growled. He was past the point of no return himself now. Tatiana could feel it, even as her own orgasm rushed inexorably up from somewhere deep inside her, unstoppable, like a breaking wave. ‘Come for me now.’
And she did, biting down on the pillow and digging her nails into the soft sheets as if clinging on for dear life. Brett smiled triumphantly, closing his eyes as he felt her muscles grip and spasm frenziedly around his cock. Cupping both of her perfect soft breasts in his hands, he exploded inside her.
A few moments later he lay back on the bed, arms spread wide, staring at the ceiling. Tatiana lay motionless, still face down beside him. Her back was still slick with sweat, her hair a tangled, tousled mop, cascading over the sheets and pillow. Brett had slept with countless women. Hundreds, certainly. But that, without question, had been the most satisfying fuck of his life. He wanted to do it again, immediately and repeatedly. He wanted to keep Tatiana Flint-Hamilton in his bed, at his beck and call, for the rest of his life.
Reaching out, he touched her bare back, stroking tenderly down to the tops of her buttocks. Tati rolled away from him. Sitting up in bed, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts, she pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked at him coldly.
‘Where’s the bathroom? I need to pee. And take a shower.’
Her voice was businesslike. Distant. Brett frowned.
‘Through there,’ he said. ‘What’s the rush? Why don’t you rest a little? I thought I’d order us some food. We can have a glass of wine. Talk.’
‘What’s there to talk about?’ Tati was already walking to the bathroom. Brett noticed that her back was covered in scratches. He must have been rougher than he’d realized. ‘If you want to be helpful you could call me a cab,’ she called over her shoulder, stepping into the shower and turning it on.
Brett followed her. ‘Are you serious? You’re not staying the night?’
‘Of course not,’ said Tatiana, rubbing Floris shower gel under her arms and between her legs. ‘Marco’s expecting me. I suspect I’m late for dinner as it is.’
She said it as if it were an irritant. As if the mind-blowing sex they’d just had had been some boring chore that had delayed her plans and put a kink in her evening. Marching into the shower, Brett turned her to face him, his hand slipping on her wet, soapy skin.
‘You’re not seriously going to spend the night with another man. After this?’
Tati turned off the water. ‘After what?’ She thrust her chin forward aggressively. ‘It was sex, Brett. A one-night stand. It meant nothing.’
‘That’s a lie!’ shouted Brett. ‘There’s something between us. There always has been and you know it. ‘
‘All there is between us,’ hissed Tati, ‘is what you stole from me.’
‘And that’s what you’re going to tell your boyfriend, is it? When he sees that?’ Pulling Tati out of the shower, Brett turned her around in front of the bathroom mirror, so she could see the marks on her back and thighs.
Tatiana shrugged. ‘By the time I’ve finished blowing him, I imagine he’ll be too happy to notice,’ she taunted.
Brett could have hit her. The thought of that beautiful, cruel mouth wrapped around another man’s dick made him want to scratch his own eyes out. Did she really feel nothing? Nothing at all?
‘Besides, my boyfriend is my problem. I suggest you worry about your wife.’
Brett felt sick. He did not want to think about Angela. He loved Angela. But what he felt for Tatiana was different. Compulsive. Painful. Unstoppable.
Grabbing a towel, Tatiana dried herself, marched into the bedroom and pulled on her clothes. In less than a minute she was at the door. Watching her, Brett felt a horrendous sense of helplessness. Half an hour ago he’d felt powerful, completely in control. He’d beaten Tatiana in court and he’d finally conquered her in bed. But now she was leaving, walking out of the door and perhaps his life, as if none of it had ever happened.
‘This isn’t over,’ he called after her. ‘You know that as well as I do.’
‘Grow up, Brett,’ Tatiana said witheringly.
She didn’t look back.