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“The Dutch are world-class ice skaters. Speed skating in particular.”
“Can you skate?”
“Sure.”
He’s so ridiculously confident I laugh. But he just tips back his beer bottle and drinks, leaving me to admire the way his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows.
“I’ve been thinking about what I need to do when we get back tomorrow. I have to be in London, but I’d like to take you out for dinner Friday night.”
My stomach fizzes with anticipation. We’re definitely doing this. “In Cambridge?”
“I have to give that place up now. I was thinking London.”
I pause. “So I’d take the train back Friday night?”
“No, you’d stay the weekend with me.”
Despite the excited butterflies in my stomach, I also feel the thrum of a warning, resonating bass note somewhere deep inside. I need a little time to consider an overnight stay. Spending time alone with him on my little weekend away, far from the drudgery of life back home has made me carefree. And with my friends around me, I felt brave.
Trying to consider all angles, I say, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but can I think about the staying over part? I mean, is it one night or two?”
“I can bring you back to Cambridge whenever you want, but ideally not until Sunday afternoon.” His fingers toy with my shoulder. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, but I know I’m going to miss you.” He sends me a shy smile which pretty much melts my heart. “Which reminds me—what’s your number?”
Reaching for his phone tucked inside his towel, he types in my contact details before calling my phone.
“Phone’s in my room,” I point out, finishing my beer. The warm water is making me sleepy, the booze hitting the tiredness button too.
Through a slight fog, I hear, “Have you ever had sex in a hot tub?”
I giggle. “No. Have you?”
He’s quiet, so I open my eyes that were drooping and ask, “Have you?”
“Yeah.”
That makes me sulk. And feel stupidly jealous.
Dark laughter registers through my haze of green. “You’re the only woman I want to have sex with.”
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, his hand sliding from my waist to my breast under the waterline. I melt into the kiss, entirely, pathetically his to mould and manoeuvre. “How about it? You, me, the snow.”
“I’m very tempted,” I admit, because I am, and his hands are doing magical things to my body. The hand that was on my boob is now rubbing between my legs. With the swimsuit stretched tight over my pussy, Max coaxes me towards a fast orgasm.
“You can ride me,” he husks down my ear. “Don’t you want to ride my big cock that aches for you?”
I feel that big, aching cock pressing into me. And I want it, I really do.
“Not yet,” I say against his mouth, hating myself for my restraint but feeling it’s necessary. This isfast.Everything is so fast.
The straps at my shoulders are gone. My swimsuit is already rolled down past my waist. I widen my legs, Max’s hand delving between my thighs where his fingers work me into a tizzy. A keening moan escapes as I climax, euphoria rushing through me.
“Let’s get this off,” he suggests, tugging it down my legs and flopping it onto the side. My limbs feel sluggish, the orgasm wiping me out. “What’s wrong? Are you tired now you’ve come?”
I don’t answer because he’s shimmying out of his black swim trunks, his erection bobbing in the water.
“C’mere.”
Powerless against his intentions, I’m pulled until our bodies bump together, Max placing my legs on either side of his lap. By not voicing my concerns I realise that he thinks me compliant, but there’s something about the way the decision seems out of my hands, that I’m controlled, unable to speak up that has lightning forking through my head.
