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Joel snorted. “You know – fromSesame Street? Come on Stink, you must know Pete is renowned for his stellar chest rug.”

I tried not to show any emotion in my expression. How had he figured it out? I decided to be blunt with him, then maybe he’d leave me alone.

“Okay, you got it, do you want a medal? I’m going downstairs tohave lots of wild woolly mammoth sex with Pete, because it’s been a long time between drinks, and I really need a root, and I’ve heard that he’s got abigtrunk. Are you happy now?”

The smug look on his face slipped away as I spoke. His eyes were stern, lips down turned.

“Mel, I’m going to be serious for a moment here.”

I choked back a sarcastic laugh, waiting for him to explain himself.

“D’you really think this is a good idea? I mean, you’ve got the biggest game of your career tomorrow. Is a bang with the grizzly man worth ruining that?”

I knew deep down he was right. But hearing it from Joel made me more determined than ever to continue with my plan.

“I’m going downstairs and I’m having sex with Pete Levine. And I don’t have to justify that to you or anyone else. It won’t affect my game. If anything, it’ll help me relax.” I hoped so – every tendon, every muscle in me was crackling with tension.

Joel shrugged and moved aside. As I opened the door and walked out, he stuck his head out after me.

“Well, have fun. Don’t get too many Snuffleupagus pubes caught in your teeth.”

I kept my shoulders stiff until I was in the lift. Then I let the laugh out. Joel was truly sick, and I shouldn’t find him funny. But sometimes, I just did.

CHAPTER THREE

Find A Mojo, Lose A Mojo

Pete was shirtless when he answered the door. My breath caught in my throat as I eyed him up and down, taking in his broad shoulders, the forest of black curls on his chest and stomach.

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Melanie Black.”

With that, he dragged me in and slammed the door shut. He pulled me to him, his hands suddenly all over me, his mouth pressing urgently against my own. His dick was hard and jabbing up against my hip bone, almost painfully. His lips parted and his warm tongue sought mine.

My nerves were consumed by a flare of heat, and I responded with a fierceness that surprised me. I arched my body against his, tangling fingers into his dark curly hair, dragging his face even closer to mine.

The bed was only metres away, but it suddenly seemed like that was too far. He tugged at my singlet, and I raised my arms up helpfully, allowing him to drag it off. The appreciative moan that escaped his lips when his hands met my bare skin reverberated all the way through me. I ran my fingers down his torso, enjoying his shuddering response.

I unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the ground, stepping out of them hastily while fumbling with the drawstring of his pants. He reached down and undid them in one fluid movement.Slipping them over his hips (and his big throbbing dick), they fell to the floor.

His mouth was on my neck, his teeth gently grazing the skin of my throat. I gasped hoarsely, running my hands down the warm expanse of his back, sliding them under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He moaned again, like an animal. Wet heat gushed from my pussy at the sound.

His fingers were on my back, holding my hair away as he unhooked my bra. The clasp popped open and he tore it off me, one hand already cupping a breast, pinching and twisting at my nipple enough to make me gasp in pleasurable pain. His breath was hot on my throat as his other hand slipped between my legs, his fingers exploring my wetness.

I reached down and gripped the thick, pulsing shaft that had been pressing insistently against me, stroking him frantically.

“Fuck, Mel, you keep that up and this’ll be over before it even begins,” he muttered hoarsely into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as he plunged a finger into me.

“Well then, you’d better get this,” I gave him a dirty squeeze, “inside me.” I was panting, rolling my hips to ride his finger, giving him a taste of what he could look forward to.

With a grunt, Pete lowered me to the floor, fumbling for a condom in the pocket of his discarded pants. The next few minutes were a delicious, throbbing blur of tangled arms and legs, of his warm body pressed against mine, inside mine.

Afterwards, we both lay panting on the floor beside the lounge. His legs were still entwined with mine, and his fingertips trailed up and down my torso, in between my breasts, all the way down and then back up again. I shivered with the sensation, with the pleasant aching between my thighs. The rumours were absolutely true – he wasverygenerously proportioned.

I sighed with sleepy, post-sex satisfaction. Pete nudged at my shoulder once. I ignored it. He shoved me a bit harder.

“Mel! Gorgeous, you’re gonna have to get up. You don’t want to fall asleep on the floor – think about how much you’d hurt in the morning.”

That roused me. I had a match to play tomorrow. I’d forgotten about that in my horny haze. I pulled myself up with a groan and ran a hand through my messy hair.

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