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When we reached level seven Bohdan spoke again. “Wait here. I will check all is clear.”

“Yes, okay.”

He pointed to a button with opposing horizontal triangles and I pressed it to keep the elevator where it was. Bohdan disappeared through a fire door opposite and I was left looking at two maid’s trolleys stacked high with linen and towels.

Oh God. What the hell was I doing? I was being smuggled in to Lewis Tate’s room by a bribed concierge. How had life got so crazy? I was supposed to hunt out sports stories, not become part of one myself. Which I would be if England’s winning streak came to an end and Fellows pointed the finger at me.

I jumped when Bohdan appeared again.

“It’s all clear, miss. Please, come quick.”

“Yes, of course.” Hurriedly I followed.

Instantly I was immersed in the decadent surroundings I’d come to associate with the Donbass. Thick carpets, elegant pictures in ornate frames and a fresh, flowery fragrance that lingered in the air wherever I went.

Bohdan stopped at the second door on the right and pushed it open. “There are four suites on this lower level. To get to the Presidential Suite you must go through here and up the staircase to the very top of the hotel.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Please, go quick.”

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you.”

He ushered me through and I heard the door click shut.

Before me was a wide carpeted stairway, royal blue, with a thick brass banister. Carrying my case, I turned two dog-legs before I reached a wide white door with Presidential Suite written on it in gold lettering.

Suppressing a wave of nerves, I knocked.

No answer.

Shit. What if this wasn’t his room? What if Fellows was in there? Or maybe another player or a physio. What the hell would I do then?

I shouldn’t be here. Nibbling my little fingernail, I glanced back down the staircase. Perhaps I should just go. Leave Lewis alone and let him get on with his job. My heart sank. Just the thought of not seeing him made me feel as though the blood in my veins had turned to lead.

It was no good. I had to take the risk. There was no getting off this crazy ride I was on. Not now. I was too far gone.

Suddenly the door pulled in on itself.

Lewis stood before me, dressed in a red T-shirt and navy sweats. He wasn’t smiling. His gaze just drank me up the way a predator does its prey.

“Hi,” I managed as that lead in my veins turned to neat lust. Damn, he was so good-looking he should be illegal.

“Did anyone see you?”

“No, well, just Bohdan.”

“Good.” He took my case and set it inside the room, leaning it against the wall. “Come in.”

I stepped into the suite, caught a general impression of grandeur before his arms were around me and there was a loud bang as the door slammed shut.

“Fuck, I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to have you alone,” he said hoarsely then kissed me, hard and fast, and backed me against the wall.

I grabbed his shoulders, hung on as air whooshed from my lungs.

“I need you, Nicky,” he said, grabbing my wrists and tugging them over my head. “I need you like I’ve never wanted anyone before.” He stared down at me, at my face, my chest and where his groin was shoved into my belly.

“Yes,” I gasped.

His need was evident; his cock was rigid.

“And I can’t take my time. Slow and indulgent will have to come later.”

“Yes, oh, Lewis, please.” I was helpless. Pinned to the wall and at his mercy. I adored it as much as I wanted to free my hands and grab his clothes. Rip them off and ride him like a wild thing.

He shifted and captured both of my wrists in just on of his big hands. Kissed me again, shoving at my dress and peeling down my panties as he did so. I managed to kick the knickers free, from one foot at least.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked into my mouth.

“So wet. So wet for you.”

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you now, like you’ve never been fucked before.”

I didn’t doubt it for a second. Trembles of anticipation attacked my spine. Lewis Tate was about to fuck me. Lewis, the man of my dreams, the man who had stolen my heart had me jammed against the wall with my panties down and my dress up. “Do it,” I said, my voice frantic as I hooked my right leg behind the back of his thigh. “Just do it, ahh…”

His cock squeezed into the first inch of my entrance, stretching me wide.

He flared his nostrils, finally released my hands and scooped me up. Balanced me between him and the wall with his palms spread out on my butt.

“Oh, Jesus, you’re so damn tight,” he groaned.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, locked my ankles in the small of his back and slotted my fingers into his hair. Held his head level with mine. “Maybe it’s because you’re so big,” I panted.

“Relax a little,” he said, shoving in some more and lowering me down at the same time.

“Ah, ah.” Relax! Fuck. He was filling me so absolutely. Stretching tissues unused to such girth. Dropping my head back to the wall, I fluttered my eyes shut. Willed my pussy to release some of its tension.

“That’s it,” he murmured hotly. “Let me in.”

I groaned, low and guttural as he eased in some more, burying his cock deep within me.

“Yes, yes,” he hissed.

I opened my eyes, saw the look of utter bliss on his face and pulled him to me for a kiss. We tangled our tongues and he gave one final shunt, filling me until his balls shoved up against my ass.

My cry was lost in his mouth as erotic pain and mind-blowing pleasure ravished my senses. His pubis had connected with my clit, applying a hard pressure that seemed to burn straight to my core.

  We tore our mouths apart and stared at one another and I let myself get lost in the dark depths of his eyes. They were wild and animalistic. Primitive forces had taken a hold of him and it was all because of me. If life had moments that would flash before me on my dying day, then seeing Lewis, like this, would definitely be one of them.

“Fuck me,” I said, my eye contact unwavering. “Fuck me hard like you promised you would, Lewis. Now.”

He gritted his teeth, lifted me then dropped my body back down on his cock at the same time as he surged his hips upwards.

I opened my mouth but no sound came out. The sensation was too intense for me to know what noise to make.

“This what you want?” he asked harshly.

“Yes, more…fuck me…more.”

He repeated the action. Then again and again. I clung to his shoulders, caught the ripples of pleasure that were growing in my pussy. Harnessed them and sensed the first seeds of an almighty orgasm knitting together.

Sweat prickled over my body. Lewis’ breathing was ragged, so was mine. Somewhere in the recess of my mind I was thankful I’d been so wet for him. Our mating was crude and desperate, no niceties like foreplay. Though I guess we’d been doing that for days.

“Ah, honey, I’m going to come,” he gasped. “Come with me. Please, come with me.”

I didn’t need asking twice. My climax was hovering. Teetering on the brink. “Yes, oh, yes, don’t stop, please, now.” It was there, over-spilling, carrying me onto a plain of bliss. I screwed my eyes shut, bit down on my lip and dug my nails into Lewis’ shoulders and allowed that perfect sensation to hold my body in glorious suspension.

“Oh, fuck,” he shouted then rammed into me harder, higher. So high I’d swear he nudged my diaphragm.

My pussy contracted, almost violently around his shaft, hugging him tight as he pulsed and pumped inside me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he gasped, shunting me up the wall with the force of his thrusts. “Fuck, it’s never felt so good.”

“Tell me about it,” I panted, gripping his biceps and curling my toes as ecstasy tore through me. “Fuck, you’re so damn big and hard.”

“I aim to please.” He grunted, slowing his hip thrusts and brushing his lips over mine.

“Well you did that.” I was struggling for breath. My head felt fuzzy, my body not quite my own.

“We’re certainly in good synchrony.”

I giggled. “Perfect.”

Finally he stilled. “I better sort out the condom.”

“Condom?” I tried to remember him putting one on. I couldn’t.

He pulled out and gently set me on my feet. I braced my knees, leaned against the wall and rested my hand on a shiny cabinet to my left for extra support. “When did you?”

He snapped the latex off and pulled up his sweats. “I’ve been hard for the last hour, waiting for you. I decided I might as well just put it on and get that job done.”

“Forward thinking.”

“I was just a boy scout. I like to be prepared.” He dropped the condom in a bin next to the cabinet and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Come on. This way.”

He turned and I followed. Leaving my panties where they’d landed on the floor and letting my dress settle back down around my knees.

Lewis walked past an enormous dining table set with ten chairs and the biggest bunch of flowers I’d ever seen in the center. He opened double doors to another room even more sumptuous than the dining area. It contained three large sofas, all in pale creams and golds, a large square coffee table and a hearth the size of a stable. Above the mantle was what looked like a Picasso, but I couldn’t be sure.

“This is a bit flash,” I said.

“Yeah, it’s nice.”

“Nice is an understatement.” I stopped and looked around. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows led out on to a terrace. One was open and the curtain fluttered in the breeze, just tickling the legs of a chaise longue.

“Come on,” Lewis said, holding my hand. “It’s waiting for you.”

“What is?”

“You’ll see.”

I allowed him to tug me through yet another set of double doors.

“Bloody hell,” I said, widening my eyes as I looked at the bed. It was four-poster, adorned with gold, cream and scarlet drapes and held a mountain of jewel-colored cushions and pillows.

“Cool, isn’t it?” Lewis said, still tugging me along.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Only because you’re going to be in it with me tonight.”

I’d just orgasmed but another wave of lust knotted my stomach. The thought of fucking again, on that bed was like a wish wrapped in a promise. I could hardly wait.

The scent of geranium caught my attention as Lewis led me through to an en-suite. Lavish didn’t begin to describe it. The room must have been as big as my entire flat back home. There was walk-in shower that could easily have fitted the whole squad. Three sinks were set in a marble counter, and in the middle was a giant roll-top bath brimming with bubbles. Placed all around were candles, making the room flicker and the bubbles shimmer. Next to the bath stood a small table holding champagne, crystal flutes and an overflowing bowl of strawberries.

“You like it?” he asked.

“Yes, very much so.”

“I figured you’d like a soak in the bath after your long journey.”

“That’s very thoughtful.” I released his hand. Walked over and dipped my fingers into the hot water. “But on one condition.”