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presence behind her unbearably impossible to reach.
    She let a sound escape her mouth, half sigh, half moan, and it was as near as she had come to saying ‘Please.’ Words built up inside her, meaningless fragments, dirty words; she almost wanted to start chanting a litany of obscenities, a list of pleas and incitements that might prompt Mike to do what she asked.
    But she bit her lip. Something told her that the more she begged for, the less Mike would give her. His hands were hovering over her naked skin now, brushing feather light under her ribs and over her hip bones. His palms were dry and warm and wide, his fingers rhythmic and deft, working steadily closer to the points where she burned and buzzed and needed to be touched.
    ‘Is this what you wanted?’ he asked, letting her lean into his shoulder.
    ‘Mm,’ she answered, not trusting herself to say more.
    ‘I think it’s more than that,’ he continued, sliding one hand into the brush of hair between her legs and curling his fingers there. He tugged, gently, pulling enough to make the blood rush right to her clit. Kara’s centre of gravity shifted. ‘It’s what you needed,’ Mike whispered, tracing the slit of her lips with the very tip of his forefinger.
    Her body needed so badly to move that she bucked against his hand.
    ‘God,’ Mike said as his thumb pressed against her clit. ‘You’re so responsive. Just the right type to tie up and tease.’
    Although his honeyed words made Kara’s knees sag with desire, unease started to prick at her. What other type was he thinking of? Who else had he tied up in this room? The answer came back to her immediately.
    Lina. Kara saw the other woman’s face vividly, the curled lip of her bitter smile, her copper hair. She almost thought she could catch the scent of her hidden somewhere in the hotel room. And though she was lost in Mike’s game, almost drunk with horniness, the image sobered her like cold water splashed on her face. She struggled, considered shouting ‘Stop,’ had the word on her lips but held back. Was she being compared? How would Lina react to being tied up and teased?
    Mike sensed the change. He dropped his arms and stood back. Kara was left swaying, angry at the loss of his touch and confused by the mixture of want and fury that fought within her.
    ‘Hm,’ Mike said. ‘I think that’s all you need for the moment.’
    This time he walked in front of her and started to undress. Through narrowed eyes, Kara watched as he tugged his shirt buttons undone and pulled himself free. His skin was the colour of pale sand, as smooth and sharp as a desert landscape, and when he moved his muscles rippled like shifting dunes. There were faint freckles on his shoulders, and his nipples were as pale as shells, tight knots on his long, elegant torso. His was a body she wanted to explore slowly, the lines and angles and curves of it.
    Mike was unzipping his trousers. Kara found her eyes drawn to the springing hair that crept down his belly and trailed lower, to the shadowy groin where he was reaching to free himself. He pulled out his cock and held it slung in his hand. Thick and straight, it was a darker gold than the rest of his body and nicely stiff.
    Mike wasn’t watching her and seemed to have almost forgotten she was there. He leaned forwards and spat in his hand, curling his wet fingers over the head of his cock. He started to rub. His eyes closed and he sighed, tipping his head back so Kara could see his Adam’s apple rise and fall in his throat. It was sheer, private pleasure, just Mike and his cock, but she knew he was doing it for her benefit. It worked. He stood with his legs wide apart and his arm, strong and tense, worked slowly at the fat hard-on held just out of her reach.
    When he gritted his teeth and pushed air through them in a rough hissing sigh, she was ready to weep with desire for that body and that cock.
    Had he done this with Lina? Made her beg? Kara was starting to care less. She