“That’s it,” Ben says encouragingly. “You can do it. Just a little longer now.”

I whisper his name as the pleasure builds once again, this time even more intense than before. I can feel myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm, so close that it hurts, but I force myself to hold back, not wanting to disappoint Ben by coming without his permission.

“Are you close?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Yes, what?" Oh fuck, looks like I'm not the only one who likes the sir game.

"Yes, Sir," I moan.

"Good girl." I shudder at his praise for me. "Now pinch your nipples for me.”

I whimper at his command, reaching up with one hand to tug at my sensitive nub while I continue to rub my clit with the other.

“That’s it,” Ben says. “You’re doing so well for me. Just a little longer now.”

The pleasure is almost unbearable, radiating out from my clit and spreading through my entire body like wildfire. I'm ready to explode and I know that I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

"Let go, Amelia," he whispers. "Give in to the pleasure and come for me."

I cry out his name as ecstasy crashes over me like a tidal wave, sweeping away all thoughts and worries.

As I come down from my high, panting and sated, I can hear the satisfaction in Ben's voice.

"Well done, Amelia," he says warmly. "You did beautifully."

"Thank you," I say softly. "I mean it, Ben. I didn't think I could do this without dying of embarrassment."

"Thank you for trusting me," he says casually but I can't help thinking there is much more to his words.

11

Try Losing One

Ben

This is the fifth time I’ve read this email and I still have no clue what it’s about. Ever since my call with Amelia at the weekend I can’t think about anything else. My brain has gone into overdrive mulling over the many reasons why this is a bad idea, and counter-arguments of why this is a brilliant idea. I’m torn, but one thing I know for sure: hearing her come apart took everything in me not to head over to her cottage. Focus, focus!

I scan the report from our Swiss subsidiary again when the door opens.

“Morning!” Coop grins at me as he strolls into my office.

“Morning. Weren’t you supposed to be in Canada for another week or so?” I press enter to send the email.

“Too cold. I tell you, there is cold and there is Canadian cold. We basically stayed in bed the whole time. And so, we thought if we cut the holiday short we could jet off on a beach vacation in a few weeks,” he grins.

“Well, two weeks in bed with the woman you love doesn’t sound like hardship. So don’t expect any sympathy from me.”

“That part was great.” He grins.

“And? Are you going to tell me what she said?” I raise an eyebrow. He knows exactly what I’m asking.

“She said yes, of course,” his grin gets bigger, if that is even possible. I rise from my chair and pull him into a man hug.

“Congratulations!” I hate to admit it, but I’m a little choked up . Coop has wanted this for so long.

“Thanks, mate. Which brings me to our little discussion from before the trip.” He takes a seat as I drop back into my chair.

“The general manager.”

“Yes. Ben, I really think we need this—”

“I agree,” I interrupt him.

“You agree?”

“Yes. Is that not what you wanted me to say?” I smirk.

“I did. But that was too easy. What happened?” He gives me a suspicious look.

“Nothing. I just realised that I don’t have the same fire in me anymore. Taking it easier sounds good.” I try to keep my expression neutral even if Amelia’s face immediately comes to my mind.

Coop looks at me carefully before pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Fine. Don’t tell me. I’ll email the agency now and you better not change your mind.” He points at me. “Anything happen whilst I was gone?”

“I had a few conversations with Neil regarding the contract. He’s still playing hard to get, but we all know he needs that deal as much as we do.” Henderson Steel Works is a company in the Midlands, and we have been talking with them for a few months about a new construction project we have coming up.

Coop mumbles his agreement about the deal as he types away on his phone.

“Oh, guess what, I ran into Amelia.” Silence. I had to tell him at some point and, in all honesty I’m dying to talk to him about it.

“Amelia?” He locks eyes with me. “Your Amelia?”

“Yup,” I reply casually like it is not a big deal even if it is a big fucking deal.

“Where did you meet her?”

“She, well…” His stare makes me feel like I’m on trial. “We matched on the dating app I use.”

“The BDSM app?” There is surprise in his eyes when I nod. “I didn’t think Amelia was into that.”

“Neither did I,” I shrug.

“And?”

“We met up for dinner and—”