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She squeezed her pelvic floor muscles to make herself as tight as she possibly could. Thomas responded with a cry like nothing she’d ever heard from him. Then, there was a moment of silence that she recognized as the split second before the orgasm hit.

Thomas roared and pushed into her so deeply the wine glasses toppled over. Wine gushed over the fridge top and onto the cream carpet, splashing Sasha’s feet and soaking into her discarded thong. His cock began throbbing as he came. Sasha pressed her clit to make her own orgasm begin, and together, they moved in perfect harmony, riding the waves of their mutual orgasm.

Then, with one strong thrust, two, three, he was done.

Everything went still and silent. Thomas stayed behind her, inside of her, panting heavily. Then she saw him right the two wine glasses in front of them, pick up the wine bottle, and pour two new drinks. He slid out of her, zipped his fly, and left the room.

Sasha stood there panting, her legs still spread, her ass exposed, her body still positioned for penetration. She pulled up her thong, smoothed down her skirt, and stood straight. As she took the wine glasses over to the table, she couldn’t help but feel as though she and Thomas had regressed. They’d returned to the sex they’d had before, to the type where she wasn’t allowed to see him naked, where he would fuck her from behind fully dressed in his suit, keeping it as impersonal as possible. This had been the old Thomas Lloyd fucking her, not the man she loved.

Thomas came back into the main part of the plane and settled himself in his seat. He picked up the wine glass.

“Cheers,” he said, as though nothing had happened.

Feeling dazed and confused, Sasha clinked her glass against his. “Cheers.”





Chapter Thirty One



Aunty Mabel’s house was a stunning, old English manor house. There was a moat and a drawbridge and a whole orchard of apple trees. Even the drizzle couldn’t detract from the beauty of the place.

“Thomas, it’s amazing,” Sasha said.

He smiled. “Olivia and I used to come here during the summer when we were children.”

The rest of the plane journey had been uneventful. They’d gotten a little drunk but neither mentioned the intense sexual encounter they’d just had and what it meant for them now. During the drive to Oxfordshire, Thomas acted like nothing had happened at all. Like the actor he was famed for being, he was able to switch easily from one persona to the next. Right now, he was being the genteel English gentleman, showing guests around his estate. Looking at him, no one would ever guess that mere hours earlier he’d had Sasha bent over a fridge as he fucked her hard from behind.

Julia, at the very least, seemed content. She glanced around awestruck, as she was wheeled up the path by Gerald.

Thomas led them all up to the huge oak door. The doorbell was a pull chord that set off a series of tinkles inside the house.

As the door creaked open, Sasha was half expecting to see a waiter in a suit standing there. Instead, she was confronted by the sight of Crystal Carpenter. Something tightened in her chest as she recalled the previous times she’d come face-to-face with Thomas’s porn star sister. But instead of the vile, wasted woman she’d been confronted with before, this one beamed and cried, “Tommy!”

Crystal bounded down the steps and threw her arms around her brother, her bleach blonde hair cascading over his shoulders. He was too shocked to reciprocate the gesture and stood with his arms limply hanging by his side.

“Crystal?” he said.

She pulled away and looked at him brightly. “Not Crystal anymore. I’m using Olivia again.” She looked up to the sky, as though plucking something from her memory. “Crystal was a persona my addiction invented to repress the…guilt and shame I was feeling.” She spoke as though reciting. It was clearly something she’d picked up in rehab. Once she was finished, she looked back down and beamed like a child.

Thomas looked at Sasha and raised his eyebrows. “So rehab…?”

The woman waved a dismissive hand. “Waste of time. I just needed a juice cleanse, a lifestyle guru, daily yoga, and a healer to align my chakras.” She grabbed Thomas’s hand. “I thought I’d missed you. Where have you been?”

“I just went to fetch Sasha.”

“Sasha, of course!” Crystal cried. “We’ve met before.” She hugged her. This time she smelled of incense instead of whisky. “It’s nice to meet you sober.”

Sasha was stunned. The transformation in Crystal was mind-boggling. She could hardly bring herself to think of the woman as Olivia.

Thomas introduced his younger sister to Gerald and Julia. They exchanged cheek kisses and pleasantries. There was nothing about Crystal, now Olivia, which would make someone think she’d been a drug-addicted porn star a matter of weeks ago.