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The day had been long for Silvia. A delayed flight from Zurich then a half-day at her London office that felt more like a week. Problem after problem had been slung at her, and by the time the sun had sunk in the west, she felt like a warrior who’d been to battle.

Which wouldn’t have been so bad if George was going to be at home when she got there. But her lover and best friend was also away on business. They’d been like ships passing in the night for too long.

So it was with weary bones and a sense of something missing that she took a long hot shower, ate a microwavable lasagne for one, then tucked herself into bed with a romantic porn story. Her book about a passionate affair between a devilish rake and a maid who would do anything for him hadn’t kept her attention for long. She wanted the real thing, not a sexual fantasy. So turned off the light and settled down. George was due back the next day so the sooner she went to sleep the sooner it would be tomorrow.

Her thoughts soon fractured and turned to dreams. George was the star of them as always. He was so handsome, so tender and caring, and when she was with him she felt complete—when his big cock was deep inside her she felt things she couldn’t describe. They were like yin and yang, night and day, the perfect accompaniment to each other. Her life would be empty without him.

Her dream got hotter. George gloriously naked and rock hard. Her with her legs spread, wet pussy bared and welcoming him. A greed sat deep in her belly, a hunger that could only be satisfied by her man. It clawed at her, insistent and demanding. Made her feel desperate for his touch even in slumber.

George let himself into the quiet, dark apartment and silently set down his travel bag and placed his keys on the hallway table. He’d had a long day, made more stressful by racing to catch the last flight back from Dublin. His meeting the next day had been cancelled so there was no need to spend another night in Ireland—another night away from Silvia, the love of his life.

As soon as he’d found out his customer couldn’t make it, he’d drawn up the flight schedule on his phone. If he wrapped up the rest of his business at the Dublin office quickly, he could make the last flight to London.

Just the thought of an unexpected night with his beautiful lover had his heart racing and his cock hardening. It had been a week since they’d been together. The longest week of his life, or so it seemed. And if he could cut that short, if only by a few hours, he would damn well make it happen.

And he had. Now he stood amongst the discarded romantic porn story, and lingering herby tang of lasagne in their darkened apartment. He guessed she was in bed, asleep most likely as it was gone midnight.

Something brushed his leg and he looked down.