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Lewis nods. “Marion, feel how hard I am for you. Every inch of me is aching to be inside you.”

Out of curiosity, I peer over the edge of the bathtub. The outline of Lewis’s impressive erection is unmistakable through his shorts.

I smile with satisfaction. “Wow, Lewis, you’re really getting into character!”

His cheeks flush, and he scratches behind his ear. “Sorry, but this scene is hot—and you’re naked and wet. I can’t help it.”

“Well, as you’ve been sending me pictures of the thing for the past few weeks, I suppose I can’t pretend to be shocked by it. All right, take your shorts off.”

“What?”

His surprise is understandable. My instruction comes out of nowhere, without preamble.

“Go on!” I encourage. “Logan’s got his dick out. You should get yours out too. As we read on, it’ll add a certain something to the scene if I can look at your penis and imagine it’s Logan’s.”

Despite his surprise, a playful glint lights up Lewis’s eyes. “Well, right now Marion is holding Logan’s cock, so if you hold mine, I bet the scene will start to feel very real for you.”

“Nope.” I shake my head resolutely. “I won’t be touching you tonight, and you won’t be touching me. There will be no physical contact between us at any point.”

I adopt a serious tone so he understands this isn’t part of the game. This is me clearly stating boundaries.

“Fuck, okay, but . . . what’s going on here, Iona? I mean . . .”

“You can’t touch me, Lewis—but you’re very welcome to touch yourself.”

Under the bubbles, I slide my hand down, just to ease the ache there. Even though Lewis can’t see, his sharp intake of breath tells me he knows exactly what I’m doing.

“Shit. Are you . . . ?”

“I want us to finish reading the scene.” Carefully parting my folds, I find my clit and tease it gently. “I don’t care if the book gets wet. Give it to me.” I hold out my other hand for it. “I’ll read the rest. You stand, remove your clothes, and hold on to your dick. I want to see what you do with it.”

He hesitates—for all of a second. Then he gets to his feet, pulls his T-shirt over his head, and drops his shorts. As I take in the sight, I move my hand under the water more insistently, waves of pleasure washing over me.

“I much prefer seeing it in the flesh to on my phone,” I admit. “Now grip it. Pump it!”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. “Can I . . . splash some of the bubbles away?” he asks, his breath hitching. “I want to see what you’re doing down there.”

“No.” I shake my head. It thrills me to be able to see all of him while my own body is tantalisingly concealed.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease!” But he accepts the rules and continues stroking himself.

As I watch him, I push a finger into myself, then two. I curl them slightly to hit that spot that always makes me see stars. I turn my attention back to the page, although it’s hard to focus on it.

I continue reading the scene aloud. My breathing grows heavier, synchronising with the rhythm of my fingers. A moan escapes my lips, but I push on, narrating the joining of Logan’s and Marion’s bodies, their heated breaths mingling as they reach for that ultimate release. When Marion finally comes, my own orgasm surges through me, my body arching, my head falling back in a blissful daze.

The sight does something to Lewis because he works his dick even faster, and soon he too erupts in ecstasy. It’s messy and raw, a sight that has me biting my lower lip.

“Fuck!” he moans.

“Good.” I smile. “We both really needed to get that out of our systems. I think we’d have struggled to sleep in a twin room otherwise.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

LEWIS

Following a lie-in and a hearty breakfast—one I couldn’t fault—Iona and I are now packed up and ready to head downstairs to check out.

I lift the overnight bags. “Shall we?”