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  Perhaps if I made her come first, once she’d ridden out her climax she’d concentrate on me and let me have my own. It was worth a try—and a damn good excuse to move things on. I could hardly wait to see her orgasm. She was beautiful already—extreme pleasure would only enhance that.

  Pulling away from her lips, I leaned back a little until her face came into focus once more, and gave her a wicked grin. “Time for you to come, sweetheart.”

  “And what about you?” she replied. I was gratified to hear that she sounded breathless, lust-drunk.

  “After. You first.” With that I gripped her upper arms, spun us both around and pushed her against the wall, careful to avoid the hook that held my wash bag. We’d moved mostly out of the spray now, though droplets still hit the edge of my buttocks, running into my crack, giving a little stimulation.

  Kneeling, I pressed my hands to her inner thighs and pushed them apart, eager to get to what was between them. I gasped as her cunt was exposed to me, all pink, swollen and slick with her cream. The gorgeous scent assaulted my nostrils, pushing my arousal higher. She was wet, she was ready. And it was all for me.

  A whine came from above. “V, please…”

  How could I refuse such a plea? Hooking my thumbs into her outer labia, I gently pulled them apart, baring her most intimate parts, giving me access.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I dived in, pressing my mouth against her heated skin, slithering my tongue up inside her. Touching her, teasing her, tasting her.

  She was absolutely fucking perfect.

  Chapter Seven

  I gave over everything to what I was doing—full concentration, full effort on making the beautiful woman above me come all over my face. I couldn’t get enough of her—her heat, her indescribably gorgeous taste, the way she moaned and bucked her hips, forcing her cunt harder onto me, all of it. Lapping at her juices, I hummed with pleasure as the flavor coated my tongue, exploded over my taste buds. Wanting more, so much more, I curled my tongue up at its edges and pushed it deep inside her, as far as it would go. I wiggled it, thrust it, tickled at her inner walls until I had to pull away to breathe.

  Drawing in a deep breath, I immediately continued, closing my lips around her distended bud and sucking it, lightly at first, then harder and harder until I suspected that the sensation for Nadia was hovering somewhere between extreme pleasure and extreme pain. Careful to ensure I stayed on the right side of that delicate balance I released some of the pressure, ever so slightly, and focused on bringing her to orgasm as quickly and as beautifully as possible. I sucked, licked, nibbled and laved at her bud and the surrounding area, taking immense enjoyment from the sounds she made, the way she jerked her hips, the free-flowing liquid that trickled from her core. The only thing that could have made the experience better was her climax, and it was imminent.

  Shifting one of my hands from where it still held her swollen outer lip, I slipped my first two fingers into her cunt. I moaned against her clit, the vibrations causing her to do the same, the sound audible even over the din from the shower. God, she was hot. Literally. The soft, wet heat of her clenching around my fingers was amazing. With a movement of my wrist I got my hand into a position where I could finger-fuck her, pressing up against her G-spot with each thrust.

  It worked. As my mouth continued to work on her clit, my digits played inside her, stretching, curving, stimulating. Her G-spot swelled and, judging by the way she gasped and growled every time I bumped against it, grew more sensitive. Changing tactics, I stopped screwing her and started stroking the spongy bundle of flesh, pressing and rubbing it as I sucked her clit into my mouth once more.

  Seconds later my attentions had the desired effect and she came undone. Her body stiffened and she fell utterly silent for a beat. Then she climaxed hard. Her cunt contracted so forcefully it pushed my fingers almost out of her, followed by a squirt of ejaculate that covered my hand and arm. Just when I’d thought she couldn’t be any more amazing, she’d gone and squirted. Wow.

  Backing away, still on my knees, I looked up, watching as she rode out her orgasm. Mercifully, despite her body’s powerful reaction, she wasn’t too loud. Either that or she too was aware that even though there weren’t many people about, there was still a chance someone would hear us.

  Her back bowed, eyes rolled back in her head, chest heaved, swollen lips parted. There were spots of high color on her cheeks. Her hands clawed, scrabbling at the wall behind her. Her legs looked as though they were working hard to keep her upright. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so beautiful in my life.

  Getting to my feet, I was just about to take her in my arms and continue the fun when we were interrupted. A masculine voice came from a distance, probably shouting from the door.

  “Hey, is anyone in here? Can you hear me? Austin sent me to look for Virginia Miller. Is she here?”

  Even though I knew whoever it was couldn’t see us I sprang away from Nadia over to the stand and snatched my towel. Wrapping it tightly around me, I moved to the end of the corridor, staying out of sight of the door, and called back, “Yes, I’m here. I’m just getting out of the shower. Could you please let him know I’ll be there as quickly as possible? Is he in his office?”

  “Yeah, I’ll let him know. And yeah, his office. Thanks.”

  I heard the door close and only then did I peek around the corner. He was definitely gone. Turning back to Nadia, I saw she’d switched off the water, moved from her position against the wall and was retrieving her own towel. “Hey, can we continue this later? I’m on probation—I can’t keep Austin waiting.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, of course. And just for the record, if he asks me, I’ll be giving you an absolutely glowing report.” Her grin was wicked and her eyes gleamed. Another jolt of lust tugged at my abdomen, followed swiftly by frustration. God, I really wanted to touch her again, to kiss her, to fuck. I sighed. It would have to wait.

  “I’m glad to hear it. Christ, I wish we hadn’t been interrupted.” Popping briefly back to the site of our recent sexy shenanigans, I grabbed my wash bag. Then I headed toward my locker, opened it and started pulling my stuff out.

  “Me too.” She’d crossed to her locker too and was mirroring my actions. “But look at it this way. The sooner you go and see Austin, the sooner you can come back to me.”

  “Well, when you put it like that…” I moved over to her, cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a quick yet toe-curling kiss. Pulling away, I murmured, “To be continued, yes?”

  She nodded. “I’ll go and get something to eat in the cafeteria and wait for you there. We’ll rain-check that drink.”

  “Okay.” I returned to the bench holding my clothes and bag and continued to get ready. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

  Waving a hand, she replied, “Don’t rush. It’s obviously important for him to summon you specially. I’ll be there.”

  Now fully dressed, I stashed everything bar my hairbrush back in my locker. Stepping in front of one of the mirrors that were dotted about the room, I began to brush the tangles out of my hair. Given that it had started to dry a little as I went down on Nadia, it was no easy task. But I didn’t have all day to mess around with it, so I tugged roughly at the madness until it resembled some kind of order. It now hung, long and straight, around my shoulders, but it would have to do. If Austin needed to see me quickly he’d have to accept that I didn’t have time to blow-dry my hair or otherwise tame it. He’d seen me in a worse state, after all.

  “Right,” I said, shoving the hairbrush in with the rest of my stuff and closing and locking the door, “I’ll see you later on.” I wanted to add something else to my sentence but couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t totally naff or even more pointless, so I flashed her a smile and made for the door, getting one last glimpse of her delicious semi-clad form before it swung shut behind me.

  Sighing again, I headed for Austin’s office, wondering what on earth he wanted. I hadn’t even been back at the academy f
or a day and, recent shower fun excluded, I hadn’t done anything wrong, so it couldn’t be that. And nobody else knew about said shower fun, so that was out too. The thought, however, gave me a pang of guilt that sat cold and heavy in my stomach. It had been an incredibly erotic, unexpected thing, but what Nadia and I had just gotten up to was wrong, really. Not the act, but the time, the place. I was supposed to be getting back into Austin’s good graces, not screwing another of his players in the shower. If he ever found out we’d both be in a lot of trouble.

  Pressing the button for the elevator, I resolved to speak to Nadia later about being more careful and keeping our relationship…whatever it was…private. Yes, it seemed there was something in the water that was making people in the place pair up, and nobody seemed to mind, but it was different with me. I had something to prove and I didn’t want anyone thinking I was too busy trying to get into Nadia’s knickers to train well, to work hard. She’d understand. And if she didn’t…well, then she wasn’t the person I thought she was.

  When things were back on an even keel between me and Austin and I’d assured him of where my priorities lay, maybe then we could consider going public. Providing things went well between us. The last thing I wanted was to come out as both gay and being with Nadia, only for it to be a flash in the pan and end before it had really started.

  The lift pinged its arrival and I stepped in and punched the number for Austin’s floor. The doors hissed shut and the metal box started to move, allowing me to get back to my thought process. Yes, maybe it was a good thing that Nadia and I would have to keep quiet in the short term. We already spent so much time together that, provided we were careful, no one would suspect anything was going on. I wouldn’t have to worry about coming out, about people disapproving, about them doubting my commitment. In other words, everything would stay the same except for the fact I’d be getting super-hot secret sex from a woman I was crazy about.

  Perhaps things weren’t that bad after all.

  Feeling a little happier, I smiled as I stepped out of the car and into the corridor. I attempted to make the grin wider, more genuine as I walked toward Austin’s office. He’d notice if I wasn’t happy and want to know why.

  Standing outside his door, I pulled in a deep breath, wishing my hammering heart would slow down. It seemed that having smokin’ shower sex then being summoned to the boss’s office was not good for my circulatory system. I tried to stay positive. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—not like being called to a headmaster or headmistress’s office at school. He could want to see me just to see how I was getting on, or to praise my efforts earlier on the court. There were cameras out there, after all, and windows in the academy that looked out onto that area. I needed to calm down. Stressing out over something that probably wasn’t going to happen was just silly.

  Raising my hand, I knocked on the solid wooden door.

  “Come in.”

  I did just that, closing the door carefully behind me before crossing the room to Austin’s desk. He sat behind it, with everything as immaculate as ever. Except for the telephone, which was at an angle that led me to think he’d just used it, putting the receiver down moments before my arrival. I tried to assess him, to see if I could figure out his mood, get an indication of the reason for this visit, but I got nothing. Which wasn’t a surprise—I’d always found him to be a man who could wear a poker face no matter what was going on. If he wanted to let you know how he was feeling, he would.

  “Sit down, Virginia.” His tone was level but somehow it still sent shivers down my spine. The echo of when he’d been in my hotel room the morning after the drunken incident wasn’t lost on me.

  I took the seat he’d indicated and waited. I wasn’t about to rush him, especially since every part of me suspected he was about to say something bad. Very bad. I clung to the arms of the chair, hoping like hell he wasn’t kicking me out. Surely he hadn’t changed his mind about giving me another chance?

  “Virginia, thanks for coming to see me so quickly. I’m sorry I dragged you away from your shower.”

  “No, it’s okay. I’d just gotten out. I just had a game with Nadia on one of the outdoor courts. I won.”

  Austin raised an eyebrow. “That’s fantastic, honey—well done. But I haven’t called you here to talk about your games, your training. You’re already proving yourself and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. No, this is, I’m afraid, something much more serious.”

  More serious than being kicked out of the academy? I tightened my grip. Christ, was one of my parents dead? Or both of them? I gaped at Austin, unable to make myself say anything. I just hoped he understood my stupid expression to mean I wanted him to get on with it. Spit it out.

  “I just had a phone call from the hotel in New York.”

  Oh fuck. Would that place come back to haunt me for the rest of my life?

  “And there’s no easy way to say this, sweetie, but they’ve been investigating a member of their staff. One of the bar staff. It seems he’s been abusing his position in the worst possible way. He’s been slipping a drug into women’s drinks, waiting until it takes effect, then pretending to help the women to their rooms. And, well, I don’t want to repeat the rest. I’m sure you can imagine.”

  A sense of nausea hit my stomach, so extreme, so powerful that my instinct was to clamp my hands over my mouth. Being sick all over the boss’s plush carpet would not win me any Brownie points. Pulling in and releasing several breaths through my nostrils, I waited for the feeling to pass before I dared to open my mouth and speak.

  “Y-you mean, rape? Oh my God. And…you’re saying that’s what happened to me? But he didn’t… Mitchell and Nadia…”

  Chapter Eight

  “Hey, hey,” Austin broke into my panic with a calming tone. “Yes, we think he probably drugged you, but of course he didn’t get anywhere near you afterward. We’ve already checked the CCTV cameras on that floor of the hotel, and between Nadia and Mitchell leaving you and me arriving the following morning, nobody went into or left your room.”

  I blew out a heavy breath, not unlike a deflating balloon.

  “God, oh thank God. Thank God for Mitchell and Nadia. I don’t even…”

  Austin got up and came around to my side of the desk, placed his hand gently on my back. “I’m so sorry this happened, honey. Really I am. I’m as disgusted as you are but I’m also incredibly glad that he didn’t try to get into your room afterward. It doesn’t excuse what he did, of course, but it could have been a whole lot worse.”

  He rubbed my back in an attempt to soothe me. I appreciated the gesture, I really did, but the horror of what I’d just been told continued to turn my insides alternately to ice and mush. Now my heart ached for what other women had been through at the hands of that…that…words couldn’t even describe him. Not even the really bad ones I would never say in front of my mother.

  Finally, after I’d worked through all the emotions, processed them, come to terms with them, I pulled myself together as much as I could. “Okay,” I said, straightening up and turning to look at Austin, who still stood by my side. “What do I do now? How can I help nail this bastard so he gets locked up and can’t hurt an innocent woman ever again?”

  Austin’s face twisted into a grimace and he moved to the nearest side of the desk to me and leaned on it. “Honey, I’m sorry, but there’s not much you can do, I don’t think. Because of the amount of time that’s elapsed, the drugs won’t show up in any tests. There’s no evidence at all that this happened to you, other than eyewitness accounts showing that one minute you were okay and the next you seemed excessively drunk. It’s only because of your little outburst that when this all came out, one of the other members of staff remembered it and suggested that the same thing could have happened to you. That was when the manager pulled my number from the hotel records and called.”

  “B-but…” I could scarcely believe it. The bastard couldn’t be allowed to get away with it. “Okay, so how has this suddenly come to light?
And how many women has that scumbag attacked?”

  “I’ll have to be blunt, honey.”

  I nodded. “I understand. Go ahead.”

  “Well, the hotel management is working with the police to piece everything together, so they don’t have the full picture yet. But what they did tell me was that they think he’s been getting away with it because women have been embarrassed to come forward. Lone women have woken up in the hotel feeling…you know…as though they’ve had sex but with no memory of having done so. Unfortunately they’ve then drawn the conclusion that they got far too drunk and had consensual sex. Clearly there’s no reason to talk to anyone about consensual sex, no cause for concern. But apparently this guy slipped up somehow. He thought he was ‘helping out’ a woman staying at the hotel by herself but he got interrupted by her roommate. Fortunately just in time. Then, of course, everything blew up in his face. Suspicions were aroused, other staff started putting the pieces together and now the police are working on figuring out how many women he has attacked and who they are.”

  “He’s not confessed?”

  “He’s confessed to doing it but he says he doesn’t know most of their names.”

  I let out a sound somewhere between a squeak and a growl. “Oh, that’s convenient, isn’t it? So is someone going to call back when they know more? Do they have my number?”

  Austin nodded. “Yeah. I mean, there’s a chance you’ll be called on to testify but you know what court systems are like—it’ll take a while. But hopefully, if enough evidence is gathered, you won’t have to. He’s in custody at the moment, as he was arrested after the woman walked in on him and her friend.”

  I frowned. “Thank God she walked in when she did. Those poor women. So you said that CCTV proved he didn’t get anywhere near me. But can it prove that he did go near the other women? Are they using that to track the other victims down?”