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‘A hotel?’ Adam replied, sounding confused.

‘No, people know me! And they might recognise you too.’

He switched the engine back off and sniggered. ‘Where did you think this was going to happen?’

I paused, then glanced around at the cramped interior of his sports car. ‘I thought you’d at least drive a Range Rover.’

He burst out laughing. ‘In the car!’ he scoffed.

‘Fuck,’ I sighed, scanning the car park which was empty but for a few scattered vehicles. My eyes drifted to the large gym building, then I noticed the dark stretch of trees and hedges behind it that looked out onto farmland. ‘Well, over there then?’ I tilted my head towards the grounds. ‘I’ll walk behind the gym into the bushes and you can follow suit in a couple of minutes.’

Adam burst out laughing, then simmered as he realised I was deadly serious. ‘For real? It’s peak winter!’

I opened the car door and popped up my umbrella again, using it as an impromptu disguise, then strode across the empty car park, making my way behind the gym towards the marshy ground beyond. I suppressed a shiver as I weaved between the tall trees looking for the perfect spot – somewhere hidden from view and covered enough that I could get my pussy out without getting frostbite. The ground was cold and damp, and my heels began sinking slightly as I walked. This was insane. Completely insane. I paused. I should turn back. But then I thought about Rupert. Of how easily he let me walk out alone as he instead chose to stay with his side piece. So I kept going.

‘Harri, psst, Harri,’ I heard Adam whisper through the trees.

‘Over here,’ I called out. ‘Hurry up!’

When Adam’s face finally appeared, I felt my shoulders ease. ‘It’s Harriette, not Harri,’ I corrected him. ‘I really hate that name!’

His head tilted to one side. I could tell he was trying his best to suss me out, but honestly, there wasn’t much to understand. I wasn’t even sure I felt anything anymore.

‘Did you make sure no one saw you?’ I asked.

A slow smirk crossed his handsome face. ‘I was very discreet, yes.’

I cleared my throat. ‘Let’s get on with it then.’ I darted my eyes pointedly between his legs.

Adam and I hadn’t had sex before, though we had flirted a bit at the awards ceremony after-party and had kept in touch since then – on my terms, of course. He seemed like a person I could rely on for validation or when I needed to feel sexy. By the time of the awards ceremony, I’d already suspected Penelope and Rupey for a few months. Penelope had just arrived home from her holiday that evening. And, of course, my husband had cancelled at the last minute, not joining me there. That’s when I realised this – whatever it was between them – was more than just a fling.

‘You sure about this?’ he asked.

For a second, I stood still. I wasn’t sure. Then Adam stepped towards me, moving one hand behind my head, and I leaned into his lips. They were warm against my cold skin. I opened my mouth wider, moving my tongue against his. It felt different.

Adam began moving his hands down my body and tugged on the belt of my trench coat, revealing the underwear I’d sent him a picture of a few hours earlier.

‘You are the definition of sexy.’ His eyes lit up against the dark winter sky, and I grinned, running my own hand down my stomach and into my knickers. I panted as I rubbed my clit. Everything felt heightened, risky, and staring at a gorgeous man who clearly wanted to fuck me made me feel alive. I let myself pretend. That I wanted this. That I was the one who’d been chosen. That I was sexy and men wanted me.

‘Fucking hell! Turn around,’ Adam commanded.

I giggled, lifting my trench coat and exposing my thong to him. I leaned both hands against a thick tree trunk and bent over for him to take me doggy.

‘Are you sure you—’

‘Adam,’ I interrupted, ‘fuck me. Now.’

I heard rustling behind me a moment before his warm hand pressed against my hip, then my thong was yanked to the side – and then – Jesus, I felt full.

‘Aggghh!’ I breathed, cold air filling my lungs.

Adam began pushing his dick in and out of me. I wasn’t sure of its size as I hadn’t had time to examine him, but he felt thick inside of me. Maybe because my fanny had shrunk with the total lack of action in the last few months. I was pretty sure one of those pens from the bookies would feel like a ten-incher inside me right now.

‘Is that good? Is this what you want?’ Adam gasped.

I could feel something pressing down on my arsehole, rubbing it furiously.

Was he thumbing my ass? I wondered.