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I gasped as the pressure on my clit quadrupled. Fuck, it was too much.

“Lewis,” I squirmed. “Please. I can’t.”

“I’ll come when you do.”

“Now, I just have. Couldn’t you tell?”

He chuckled. “What I mean is I’ll come with you when you have your next orgasm in about two minute’s time.”

“No, no, I can’t. It’s too much.”

“It’s never too much.”

“It is, please.”

He was grinding against me slowly, squashing my swollen, pulsating clit. I yanked at my restraints, tried to hurl him off by jerking my body. It was futile. He was going nowhere.

“Sorry, Nicky, but you’re well and truly trapped, aren’t you?” He kissed me, sending his tongue into my mouth at the same time his cock sank balls deep.

My body twitched, writhed, battled to cope with the overload of sensation. The way he was grinding into me with unrelenting pressure had my clit struggling to hide within my folds.

But there was no escape from his wickedly rocking hips and his hard pubis bone. Lewis was on a mission, and as I knew only too well, he always got what he wanted.

And right now he wanted me to come again.

He cupped my cheek, slid his hand up my right arm and clutched my fisted hand. “Catch the spark again, don’t fight it,” he murmured.

I wanted to answer him but I couldn’t. Wild fire was raging within me. A heat so intense, so powerful was building in my pelvis. I was scared of the force it would exert when it reached its full potential.

“That’s it, go with it,” he said breathlessly. “Give yourself to me.”

As he spoke I realized I’d stopped fighting him and was allowing his body to own mine. What he was doing was the sweetest form of agony. Driving me to a point where I didn’t know how I would survive. An orgasm so potent was preparing to erupt, my clit now eager for every skillful roll over it, my pussy clamping around his shaft.

“Lewis,” I panted. “Oh, God.”

“It’s okay, go with it. I’m here.”

“Oh, but it’s…”

“It’s so fucking good,” he said, dropping his forehead to mine. “Please, come again, now, because I can’t, ah, ah, fuck…”

He froze, buried as deep as he could go and a guttural groan tore from his throat.

As the first pulse of semen shot up his cock my second climax claimed me. I bucked wildly, the ties tightened and Lewis’ weight dropped heavily. In my head I screamed with pleasure, but no sound emerged. I’d folded in on myself, the release of all that sexual tension exploding so spectacularly robbed me of my breath and, I felt, my sense of time, place and person.

Orgasmic fireworks had detonated in my pussy. A wild, pyrotechnic, chaotic explosion of ecstasy. On and on I spasmed around his shaft, gorging on him. There seemed no let up, no end to the blissful dimensions of my rolling climax.

He kept on shifting into me, rotating over my clit. The world went black, even though I was staring up at him. Ants crawled into my peripheral vision.

Suddenly he clasped my jaw and lifted his weight. “Breathe, Nicky.”

Oh yeah. I’d forgotten about that. Frantically I sucked in a long gulp of air. My lungs gratefully received the oxygen and the ants marched away.

“You okay?” he asked breathlessly.

“I feel like I’m still coming.”

One side of his mouth twitched then he kissed me, lusciously and thoroughly as he carried on moving until finally the waves of pleasure slowed to one every ten seconds and my trembling body came back under my control, sort of.

“Did that work for you?” he asked, pushing hair from my sweat-dampened forehead.

“I think you can tell it did.”

“But you wanted me to stop at one point?”

A euphoric giggle burst from my mouth. “I wanted you to start, stop, start, stop. Hell, I didn’t know what I wanted but it seemed you did.”

His eyes sparkled and a heart-stoppingly beautiful smile spread on his face. “I’m so glad you trusted me to take you there and bring you back.”

“I don’t know if I am completely back.” My pussy gave a final tremor around his softening cock. “In fact I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.”

He reached for the tie binding my left wrist and began to undo it. “Good, because I know damn well I won’t be.”

That night I slept in Lewis’ arms for what I hoped would be the first time of many. Our limbs tangled, or breaths fell into sync and when he murmured something about a pass and a penalty in his sleep, I snuggled closer. Being with him was like coming home to a place I’d never been before. It was wonderful, fantastical and so comfortably perfect.

I woke first, the sunlight dribbling through a crack in the curtains. My nose tickled and my eyes were a little itchy. I propped my elbow on the pillow, rested my head on my palm and watched him sleep. His lips were slightly parted, his jaw, for once, not tense, and his long lashes rested almost on his cheek.

Suddenly a sneeze attacked me. I tried to hold it in, muffle the sound, but it was no good.

His flicked his eyes open. “Bless you.”

“I think these must be feather pillows,” I said, rubbing my eyelids.

“Are you allergic to them?” He looked alarmed.

“No just a bit sensitive.” Another sneeze hit me out of nowhere. “Damn.”

“Well we’d better get you off them.” He scooped his arm under me and rolled me on top of him.

I pressed my hands to his shoulders as my breasts squashed into his chest. A damn fine morning erection prodded between my legs.

“You’re the perfect sight to wake up to,” he said, smoothing back my hair.

“Sweet of you to say so but not true.” I skimmed my lips over his and parted my legs. “I know my eyes are red, they’re itchy and my hair has that well-and-truly-fucked look.”

“I happen to think the well-and-truly-fucked look suits you very well. In fact, I think you should stick with it for the whole day.” He paused. “Shit, what was that?”

I sneezed again. “What?”

“I can hear banging.” He shifted and I slipped off him. I could hear it now. A dull thudding in the distance.

“Someone’s at my door,” Lewis said, dragging on his sweats.

“Fuck, what are we going to do?”

“It’s fine, don’t panic. Just stay in the bedroom.”

I scrubbed at my eyes with my fists. “Okay.” I sneezed.

“And try not to sneeze.”

“I won’t, I mean I will, try not to that is.”

He strode toward the door.

“Wait, Lewis.”

He turned.

“You’d better hide my knickers. I think they’re on the floor somewhere in the hallway. Oh, and cover up the condom you dropped in the bin. Kind of a giveaway.”

He grinned. “Will do.”

The bedroom door shut with a solid click and I leaped from the bed. Rummaged through my case that I’d dragged into the bedroom the evening before and found my hay-fever tablets. They should do the trick. After downing two with a mouthful of water from the bottle on the bedside table, I listened at the door.

Voices were drifting toward me. Deep male voices. I recognized Lewis and the other one—shit, the other one was Fellows. Damn, he was in the suite. I looked down at my naked body then across at the bed, rumpled and with the two England ties still hooked around the posts.

My nose twitched. I pinched it tight, fought the need to let the sneeze take control until my eyes watered. Eventually it subsided.

“So no headache this morning?” Fellows asked.

“No, fresh as a daisy. I just needed an early night,” Lewis replied.

“Good. Last thing we need is you going under the weather. We’ve got to beat Ukraine to get through to the quarters.”

“You don’t need to tell me that.”

“No, but make sure you don’t get ill, okay? Just do the training sessions and other than that take it easy.”

“I think I know how to look after myself.” I could hear the exasperation in Lewis’ voice.

“Yeah, well, make sure you do.” There was a pause. “It’s nice in here, isn’t it.”

“Not bad.”

Fellows laughed. “You’re a spoilt bastard, you know that.”

“Doesn’t mean much when you’re on your own though, does it?”

“Course it does. It’s the height of fucking luxury.”

My nose tickled again. An urgent prickle right inside my nostrils. I pinched the bridge and rushed into the en-suite. I was going to explode. I grabbed the first thing I could find, a towel, and buried my head in it. Caught the sound as best I could.

I froze.

Had Fellows heard me?

I breathed a sigh of relief; their conversation appeared very distant, as if they’d moved back toward the suite’s entrance.

Glancing in the mirror, I suppressed a groan. Bugger, my eyes were red and puffy and my nose was shiny. My hair was beyond wild. I’d called Lewis Neanderthal last night, but this morning I looked as if I’d been living in a cave for years. All I needed was a bone through my nose and a hunk of raw meat to chew on. Quickly, I splashed water on my face, pulled a huge white robe around myself then made an attempt at taming my locks.

“Hey, you okay?” Lewis was behind me. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

“Yeah, I will be, once the anti-allergy medicine has kicked in.” How come he looked absolutely perfect in the morning and I looked like a car wreck?

“I’m really sorry.” He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll get those pillows changed.” He paused. “You will stay tonight, won’t you?”

“Well, I—?”

“Please,” he said. “Its two days until the next match and if we qualify we fly straight to Kiev for the quarters. If things go England’s way then it could be a while until we can spend time together again.”

I turned within his arms. “You really want me to be your Rapunzel, trapped in the tower?”

He cocked his head and nibbled at his bottom lip. So damn sexy. “But doesn’t that make me the wicked witch for keeping you here?”

“I think I’m a willing hostage, and besides, you’re far too handsome to be a wicked witch.”

“Well I don’t quite think I’m prince material.”

I touched my lips to his. “No, you’re far too bad for that.”

“Not that you were complaining last night about my badness levels.”

“I guess not. It was sweet bad.”

“Sweet. Mmm, I don’t often get called sweet.”

“Well maybe you are, a tiny bit, underneath all of the brooding seriousness and the outright bossiness.”

He laughed. “Bossiness? You ain’t seen nothing yet, honey.”

My stomach flipped. Desire beat a path toward me. I wanted him again. I wanted Lewis to show me all the dirty, bad things he knew and make me fly so high I needed peeling from the ceiling.