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was pulsing in me.
    My fingers skimmed under the duvet, stroking the inside of my thigh and picturing Nate’s sexy smile as they ventured further up, rubbing against my clit. My other hand caressed my breast as my breath hitched. Inserting two fingers, I was amazed how wet I was. I was dripping. Working at a frantic rhythm, I urged to get release. Getting frustrated, I reached over and opened my side drawer. Retrieving my vibrator, I switched it with my fingers. Nate’s image appeared in my mind, his body pumping away frantically at me as I mimicked the action with my vibrator.
    Just as I was nearing my orgasm, my phone trilled its text message alert. “Fuck me!” I grunted, the moment now gone.
    I reached for my phone; sure it was Beth up for a late night texting session. I was surprised to see it was from Nate:
    Nate:
    You awake Liv?
    Well I would be now, even if I had been asleep.
    Me:
    Yh x
    Nate:
    What you up to? Xx
    What a stupid thing to ask at 2am on a Sunday morning.
    Me:
    In bed xxx
    Nate:
    Oh . . .
    Nate:
    What r u wearing? ;-) Xxx
    Now it was getting interesting, and I was still ultra horny so I decided to have some fun.
    Me:
    A smile! Xxx
    Nate:
    Oh Jesus xxx
    Me:
    ;-) Xxx
    Nate:
    Is BOB there? Xxx
    Me:
    He’s laid beside me Xxx
    Nate:
    (Gulping) what’s he doing?
    Xxx
    Me:
    Nothing ‘NOW,’ he says he’s feeling ‘drained’
    Xxx
    Nate:
    Lucky sod, u should give him a rest, you’re wearing him out baby
    You need the real thing
    Xxx
    Me:
    Mmm yes I do!!!!! BOB’s now saying that I only use him for sex
    And I don’t care about him
    Xxx
    Nate:
    (Groaning) he needs somebody to take the pressure off for him ;-)
    Xxx
    Me:
    (Groaning also) It’s my pressure I need taking care of
    Xxx
    Nate:
    (Panting) I’d ‘LOVE’ to take the pressure off for u baby
    Xxx
    Me:
    (Panting hard) the pressures getting pounding now Nate (moaning)
    Xxx
    Nate:
    (Panting harder) Pounding???
    Xxx
    Me:
    (Panting and pounding faster) Yes!!
    It’s really hammering now Nate
    Xxx
    Nate:
    (Panting and hammering faster)
    I’m really hammering my pressure too Liv
    You ready to release your pressure Baby?
    Xxx
    Me:
    (Gasping) GOD YES NATE!!!!!
    Xxx
    Nate:
    (Breathless) Better baby?
    Xxx
    Me:
    (I think I actually STOPPED breathing)
    Much better, thank u ;-)
    Xxx
    Nate:
    (Grinning like a Cheshire cat)
    Good, me too
    Xxx
    Me:
    (Very relaxed now)
    Goodnight Nate
    Xxx
    Nate:
    (Rolled over for a cuddle)
    Night baby
    Xxx
    I rolled over and drifted off to sleep, wearing nothing but a huge grin.

Chapter Six
    MONDAY MORNING HAD rolled round again and as usual I was running late.
    Jumping from the shower I wrapped a towel around me and ran across the landing to my room. Rummaging around in my wardrobe for my favourite mint green, sheer blouse that I needed to team with my black and green skirt, I realised it wasn’t in there. “Erin!” She was always ‘borrowing’ my clothes but she never returned them. I ran to her bedroom and after opening her wardrobe doors, I found it straight away. Rushing back across the landing I bumped into Nate coming out the bathroom.
    “What the hell?” I mumbled into his hard chest.
    “Morning, baby.” His voice was low and husky as he looked over my body. “You ready for me?” he asked, his lips twitching.
    “What the hell are you doing here, Nate? You’re way too early” I sniped, pulling my towel higher.
    He didn’t answer me as he slowly gazed over my near-bare form, his eyes stopping at the scar I had running across my right collarbone. I flinched as he ran his finger delicately across it. “I was up early and thinking of you, so I thought I’d have a coffee before work,” he said softly, still tracing the scar with his finger and his troubled eyes. “How did you get this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and searching my face.
    Swallowing hard I stepped back. “Matt should be in the kitchen, he’ll make you a drink while I get dressed,” I stuttered and pushed past him.
    Closing the bedroom