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something he couldn’t quite identify flashing in her gaze. “And then we pretend nothing happened tomorrow?”
He tightened his jaw.
“Alright, James,” she murmured, a slight, ironic smile curving her lips. “It was just a dream.” He heard something in her words that he wanted to follow, to investigate, to expose—but then she leaned back against the wall and eased off her underwear, shimmying it down to the floor and kicking it away. She raised one knee, pressing her foot flat to the wall behind her. The hint of her cunt he saw in the barely-there light was enough to make James wild with need: plump, parted lips, fat jewel of a clit, honeyed arousal glistening on her folds.
He choked out a moan and stroked his cock faster and harder, determined to make himself mindless. If he couldn’t resist, not tonight, then he might as well fucking enjoy.
And beat himself up for it later.
Nina arched her back, pushing her hips forward as she trailed delicate fingers around her swollen nub. He knew just how she liked to be sucked, how she begged and sobbed for his tongue to lave her there. Now, without him, she massaged herself with two fingers, slow and firm. He imagined his tongue doing that for her. Imagined her getting wetter against his beard. Then he all but throttled his own dick.
She brought down her other hand and pushed three fingers into her pussy without preamble.
“Fuccck.” The word was low and tight, rushing from James’s throat without permission. “Oh, my God—” he couldn’t bring himself to say her name again, to make this moment real. But inside his mind, he chanted Nina, Nina, Nina, as he watched her fuck herself. “Are you that wet, baby? Do you need it that bad?” He shouldn’t be asking her this, shouldn’t be talking to her at all. But he’d been right—she’d take his cock so fucking sweet, and never mind his size. She’d beg for it and writhe on it and love it. He should ask her. He should tell her. He should get up and fucking give it to her.
No. No. No.
Maybe later he’d come to his senses and realise that fairytale logic about touching the princess and speaking her name didn’t make a damn difference in the real world—that he’d fucked Nina from halfway across the room just as truly as if he’d shoved his dick inside her. But right now…
Right now, nothing was tearing him away from this.
“Yeah,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider, fucking herself deeper, rubbing her clit with almost frantic intensity. “Yeah, I need it. God, James.”
At the sound of his name on her lips, his cock jumped, and he felt a hot spurt of come against his belly.
“You look so fucking gorgeous,” Nina whispered into the silence. “I’m going to come so fast—”
James groaned and gave up fighting his own release. He embarrassed himself with his own orgasm, it was so long and so hard. He saw black, he saw stars, he saw Nina. He came all over himself, and it was so fucking satisfying he could barely regret it.
He opened his eyes in time to see Nina coming too, and he certainly didn’t regret that. Her moans were short, sharp little things that rose to a crescendo, her body shuddering, her fingers still working that greedy little pussy. “James,” she whispered, just for him, and the sound of it was a drug.
He’d never stood a fucking chance.
Chapter Five
“We’ve created an incident, Ms. Chapman,” the strawberry-blonde copper droned. Airey, he’d said his name was—not that James cared. The man had spent the last half hour asking Nina pointless questions that verged on rude and scribbling down her answers with a sceptical air. “Someone will be in touch about any further developments.”
James had kept his mouth shut throughout the whole, infuriating morning, but he wasn’t a fucking saint. He couldn’t let a complete dismissal slide. “Any further developments? This is an active threat. She was doxed yesterday, regardless of the fact that they got the wrong address. They know where she’s from. She’s receiving hate right now.”
The officer arched one pale brow, as if James had spoken nonsense instead of laying out facts. “Ms. Chapman has made it clear that, upon investigation, the address shared as hers was incorrect. Therefore, she was not doxed. We can’t just click our fingers and stop online harassment. There are procedures to be followed. In the meantime, have you tried blocking the perpetrators?”
James stared. “Have we tried. Blocking. The