THIRTY
Jason breathed a sigh of relief as he reclined on the couch. Crisis averted. He still wasn't sure how he'd managed to f**k up last night, but this morning everything seemed rosy with Flavia again and he didn't want to jeopardise that. He'd go full-throttle romance until there wasn't a hint of doubt in her eyes, then he'd draw it out until after eight. THEN he'd have the rest of the night to make her abso-f*****g-lutely certain there was no one better for her than him, and she wouldn't even be able to recall the name of that James arsehole. Maybe he'd even manage to get Phuong out of his head, too. He'd do his damn best to forget her, anyway, as he spent all night loving every inch of Flavia's untouched body. He had to give her multiple orgasms every time or he just wouldn't live up
