They stood there, gazing at each other for a few more seconds, in her parents’ hallway, just by the front door.

‘Listen, Sambo. I’ve got to head back up North tomorrow, for family Christmas stuff, but I don’t want to leave you like this. Any chance you can come back to Dalston with me tonight?’

Sam thought for a second. She’d done all her Christmas shopping, and already wrapped the presents, which were sitting under the tree in all their shiny paper and bows.

‘Try keeping me away,’ she said, smiling up at him.

The ride on the motorbike through the snow had been both exhilarating, and an enormous turn-on, as she felt the throb of the engine between her legs.

Now, though, they were back in Dan’s bedroom in the Crack Den. They had shed their clothes as soon as they got in, and were standing naked, kissing and groping, happy and excited beyond belief.

‘I’ve missed you, Sambo,’ said Dan, between kisses. ‘God, how I’ve missed you.’

‘I’ve missed you too.’ Sam kissed him back with puppy-like enthusiasm. ‘Are you sure you really want me, over a supermodel?’

‘As I said, Carlota was great.’ Sam didn’t particularly enjoy hearing this. ‘But she wasn’t you.’ She did enjoy hearing this.

Dan lay down on his back on the mattress on the floor, pulling Sam on top of him. Naked, he was pale and lean, but strong, with a broad chest and shoulders and those long, long legs. His cock was rock hard as she lowered herself onto it.

As Sam felt it filling her up, she gasped. Then she rode it and rode it, rocking her hips and leaning backwards, supporting herself with the tips of her fingers on his flat belly. Dan reached out to touch her pussy and she started to shake, violently.

‘Oh, my God, you’re beautiful,’ said Dan, gazing up at her lovely young face, her back arched in ecstasy, those incredible tits; at her tiny waist and slim thighs astride his cock.

As he felt the first of her spasms, with an almighty groan, Dan came too.

‘Happy Christmas Eve Eve,’ said Sam after a bit.

‘Ditto, you.’ Dan squeezed his arms more tightly around her.

Sam thought that she was probably the luckiest girl in the world.

After a bit, Dan said, ‘One thing, though. Can you please stop that bloody glamour modelling? I can look after you, and I hate to think of those disgusting photographers leching over you, all those horrible girls bitching about you.’

‘I—’ Sam started.

‘Besides, it’s a bit of a cliché for a rock star to be going out with a glamour model.’ Dan leant back on the bed, his head resting on his arms.

‘What, and a rock star going out with a supermodel isn’t?’ Sam laughed.

‘Oh, all right, touché!’ Dan laughed too.

‘Anyway, you needn’t worry. I’ve stopped already. Sienna finally made me realize how stubborn I was being, not to accept a loan from her. We drew up a proper contract, and I’m going to pay her back properly, in instalments and with interest, as soon as I’ve got a job. I’ve already been offered an internship over next year’s summer holidays, and it would just be stupid to miss out on that because of bloody modelling.’