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Ivan came with a shout. He was dripping with sweat, as he pressed into me, stilling as he poured himself inside me. I could feel his cock twitching and jerking, as he shuddered with the aftershocks. He smiled a triumphant smile before pulling out, quickly releasing me from the shackles, and helping me down.

We both staggered bonelessly over to the large bed, flopping down side by side. "That was amazing," I said, "I didn't even know my body was capable of that many orgasms."

"What's your name?" Ivan asked.

"Can't remember," I replied.





Chapter 7





I woke early the next morning, and stretched my aching body, feeling as stiff as a board, and completely wrung out. Nicking a bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door, I headed down to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Neither Ivan, nor either of the dogs even stirred. I decided to forego the gym, and go straight to my meeting at The Strand, where I'd be sitting in on a negotiation for the acquisition of a publishing company. I had to be there at nine thirty, so it would be quite a leisurely morning. I calculated that I needed to be home by half seven to get ready, so had plenty of time to relax. I took my tea out to the terrace, and sat watching the boats chugging past.

Ivan and the dogs appeared about half an hour later, the dogs racing down to the far end of the terrace, where Ivan explained, there was a square of grass planted, which acted as a sort of indoor/outdoor loo for them. He laughed when I wrinkled my nose, explaining it was far better than going down to the ground floor with a security team if one of them needed a wee in the middle of the night.

"So did you enjoy my version of wild sex last night?" Ivan asked. He looked a little nervous.

"Of course I did," I replied, "I can truthfully say it was the best sex I've ever had." He looked extremely pleased with himself. "I'm as stiff as a board now though." He patted my hand affectionately.#p#分页标题#e#

"Would you consider something for me?" I nodded in reply. "Would you get checked for sexual health, as will I, and we ditch the condoms? I take it you're on birth control?"

"I had a shot on Saturday. It takes a week to take effect. I think as long as both of us are checked, then yes, I could do that."

"I'll arrange it for after work today." Ivan looked happy.

Back at the flat, I soothed my aching muscles with a long, hot shower, and got myself ready. Directly after the negotiation meeting, I had arranged lunch with Joan Lester, over in the West End, then it would be back to the office to hopefully draft a contract for the publishing acquisition. I slicked on some lipstick and waited for Roger to buzz for me.

Justine Moran was a woman I could definitely admire. She had built her publishing company from scratch to become a major player in cookery and lifestyle books. With four of the top ten bestselling titles in her stable, she was cash rich, and looking to expand. We were meeting the owner of a small publishing house which specialised in niche books for the catering industry, and cookery schools. Justin's explained that by combining the two catalogues, there would be scope for cross-selling, and also author collaboration.

At nine thirty prompt, a short, fat man arrived, and was introduced as Daniel Fielding. He was the owner of Field and Mortimer publishing, the company Justine hoped to buy. We sat down in her office, where I was introduced. I seemed to make him nervous, as he asked Justine why she needed her lawyer present.

"I'll be drawing up the contract of sale, so it's far easier if I sit in on your meeting," I explained.

"Surely we just tell you how much, and what's included, and it's straightforward?" Daniel said, frowning.

"Yes, of course, but sometimes details can be overlooked, and my job is to ensure that they're not." I smiled as I spoke, trying to reassure him. He didn't look comfortable. Justine opened the negotiations, and between them, they worked out exactly what was included in the sale. As Justine didn't need his premises, it mainly came down to his catalogue and copyrights, which Daniel seemed to want a vast amount of money for. I cringed slightly when he maintained that he still wanted income from the copyrights, even though he was selling them. Basically, he wanted a large sum of money for giving up nothing, and I could see Justine getting frustrated too. I prompted a break, ostensibly so Justine and I could check some figures, and while Daniel went outside for a cigarette, I gave her a hard stare.

"The man's a pillock. Wants you to give him half a mill, and keep hold of the royalties. There's no way you can agree to that. His profit for the last three years has never even gone above a hundred grand. This is not a good deal in any way, and I'd urge you strongly to pull out. The company is not worth half a mill, let alone providing a residual income."