‘Wishing nothing more than to feel Evie undress me with care and precision. Her hands, elegant but firm and worn from battle, trailing down my bare skin, brushing against the most sensitive, erogenous areas of my body. Then to feel her soft lips, first on my neck, then down my chest, her hands never stopping their gentle caresses. When I dare to open my eyes and look down, she’s already kneeling beneath me, and her hands have moved down to my thighs. When she winks and then breathes on flushed wet skin, I know it is only the beginning.‘