He's the One by Katie Price

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    Liberty was exhausted after the double shift. She had changed into her little black dress and put on some more make up when she finished work, but still felt drab compared to the other girls at the party when she walked in. They were all in beautiful designer clothes, their hair freshly washed and blow-dried, the jewels round their necks and on their fingers real rather than the paste ones which were all that she could afford. She found Cory in the living room, chatting to a group of girls that included Zara. For a moment Liberty watched him. He seemed completely at ease with these beautiful, rich, privileged people – hardly surprising, she supposed, as he had been one of them – but it made her feel left out, made her long for the two of them to be alone together, back in his flat, in bed, with the world shut out. Maybe that was the only place their relationship could work …
    Cory caught sight of her and immediately made his way over. ‘Hey, I was wondering when you were going to arrive. I’ve missed you, baby.’ He kissed her and she wound her arms around his neck, aware that they were the centre of attention, and not caring. Somehow she wanted to stake her claim on Cory, especially in front of Zara.
    ‘When did you get here?’ she asked as he led her into the huge, glass-roofed kitchen to get some champagne. It would be champagne for Zara … the lasttime Liberty and her mum had held a house party, they’d had a choice of red or white wine or lager.
    ‘Oh, I bunked off work today so I could help Zara get the house ready. I thought it was the least I could do.’
    She felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of Cory spending so much time with his housemate.
    ‘Doesn’t she have staff to do that?’ Liberty knew she sounded sarcastic, but couldn’t help it.
    Cory chose not to pick up on it. ‘They didn’t come until six and there was a heap of stuff to do first.’ He poured them each a glass of champagne, and she noticed that his hand was slightly unsteady.
    ‘Are you pissed?’ she asked, feeling a little resentful that she’d been stuck at work while he was already knocking back champagne.
    He grinned and now she could see that his blue eyes seemed not to be quite focused. ‘A little, I guess. But, hey, you know what they say? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’ He slid his arms round her and pulled her close to him. ‘So why don’t we go upstairs?’
    The resentment was still there but the desire was stronger …
    ‘Why not?’ She drained her glass of champagne.
    Upstairs Cory wedged a chair under the door handle to stop them being disturbed and then they were falling on to his bed, he was pulling off her dress and she unbuttoned his jeans. And while he lay back, she sucked and licked him, revelling in his groans of pleasure and feeling a flash of satisfaction that Zara was downstairs, wondering what they were doing. And then Cory pulled her on top of him and she was riding him, feeling the pleasure building inside her as he thrust into her and as his fingers expertly caressedher clit, sending whorls of pleasure through her body. Faster and faster she rode him, teetering on the edge of the most delicious orgasm.
    And then someone knocked on the door. ‘Cory, are you in there?’ It was one of Zara’s girlfriends. ‘Zara needs to speak to you about something.’
    They were both beyond talking but Liberty thought the rhythmic squeaking of the bed might have given a clue. Eventually the friend gave up.
    ‘Was that very bad?’ Cory grinned afterwards as they lay in each other’s arms.
    ‘No, it was very good,’ Liberty teased, reaching out and touching his face. And exactly what she had needed. They stayed there for an hour, talking, catching up, and Liberty half hoped that they could remain up here until the party was over, so she could have him all to herself. But eventually Cory sat up. ‘I guess we’d better go back down.’
    Reluctantly Liberty pulled her clothes back