Ben moaned, pushing her back onto the bed so he could play with her breasts and kiss her nipples, which were now stiff and sensitive to even the merest whisper of wind. He nipped one with his teeth and she gasped again.

‘Oh, Ben …’ Natalia tried to reach for his cock again, but he drew away from her, smiling into her eyes.

‘Wait, my darling. Just wait. It’ll be worth it.’

And very slowly he leant over and kissed her again. Soon they were kissing and kissing, rolling around in the expensive sheets, their hands roaming over one another’s bodies until they’d both reached fever pitch. Natalia was so wet that when Ben slid his fingers inside her he stopped for a second.

Raising himself up on his arms to look her straight in the eye, he said, ‘Do you want me as much as I think you do, Nat? Do you want me as much as I taste you do?’ He raised his right hand, keeping himself propped up on his left arm, and licked his fingers with relish.

Natalia looked him straight back in the eye with her clear grey-blue gaze.

‘Oh, yes.’

‘Do you want to taste how much you want me?’

‘Oh, yes.’

So Ben put his slippery fingers into her mouth, and she sucked and sucked and sucked. Her cunt was throbbing, desperate for release.

‘My God, you’re beautiful,’ said Ben. Her features were more feline than ever, eyes half closed, high cheekbones emphasized by the fact that she was sucking his fingers with such abandon.

Gently, he removed his fingers from her mouth and walked over to the roll-top bathing machine.

‘I think it’s about time this was put to good use,’ he said, turning on the taps and pouring in some of the wonderful smelly stuff that the Portobello Hotel had so thoughtfully provided. Soon the room was steamy and hot with jasmine, ylang ylang and honeysuckle.

Natalia, lying dishevelled on the round bed, looked at Ben’s perfectly put-together body and laughed. He could have been sculpted by Michelangelo.

‘What’s so funny? This was meant to be romantic.’ Ben was half joking. ‘Have I done something wrong?’

‘Oh, no no no, my darling. Everything is right. I am laughing because I cannot believe how happy I am.’

He walked back to the bed and picked her up. Her long, slender limbs were dangling over his and she laughed again.

‘Oh, Mr Movie Star, you treat me like princess.’

‘That’s because you are my princess,’ said Ben as he lowered her into the steamy, scented water. He kissed her again for added emphasis.

‘Please, you must get in with me.’

‘No, I thought I’d just stand here and look at you,’ said Ben, climbing in to join her.

Natalia laughed again. She couldn’t believe how much laughter there was in her life, now. After Ben had saved her from drowning on Bottle Beach, they had returned to London, and reported Georgiou for his blackmail. He had been arrested, and a super-injunction imposed by the courts.