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As waves of orgasm convulsed her, last night’s dream came rushing back to Jill in vivid detail. She felt like her brain was caught between channels, with visions of the woman sliding in and out of focus in her mind’s eye, with memories of her touching her, exploring her, delighting in her. ‘Who’s Eleanor?’ Jill gasped. ‘What the hell’s going on?’

Finn wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her, still fully impaled, still pressed against the wall. ‘Jill, I’m going to pull out of you now. Just relax, stay calm and I’ll tell you everything.’ She might have been able to do as he asked if he hadn’t, while still holding her gaze, said, ‘Eleanor, I’d appreciate it if you’d cooperate.’

‘Who the hell is Eleanor?’ she asked again, struggling to stave off the rise of panic that wasn’t supposed to be a part of post-coital bliss. But as he slipped out of her, as she felt their combine moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh in a warm rush, the rising panic slipped out of focus and hungry arousal slid into its place. She raked her fingers between her legs, then brought them first to her nose, then to her lips. ‘Oh, my, how we taste together, Finn.’ She repeated the action and brought the offering to his lips.