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How do you have sex in the shower anyway? Standing up, I’d imagine. I’d have to be pretty turned on to let him lay me down on my back on the floor of a public shower—so turned on I’d have to lose my capacity for rational thought (which, based on my initial reaction to Chase, wasn’t that hard to imagine).

I bet his dick is huge…

The thought just slid into my mind like his hand had slid up my skirt and I was instantly picturing him stripping down in front of me and putting his body on full display.

He was fit. I didn’t have to see him naked to know that. Guys like him generally were; they were young, wealthy, spent time at the gym, and probably had someone making their meals for them. It was part of the lifestyle.

I bet he’s got an eight-pack…

I reached down between my legs and curled a finger up my slit as I pictured us standing there naked together in the gym shower, our slick bodies pressed up against each other as he slid a finger inside me.

I’d never even touched a dick, but I was picturing his sliding in and out between my thighs, teasing me with what was to come. My chest heaved as I rubbed my clit, rubbing it faster and faster as I lived out the fantasy of what could have been had I just surrendered to Chase’s advances, and it wasn’t long before my body was shaking and I was gasping for air as an orgasm shook me.

I leaned back against the cool tile, holding a hand delicately over my pussy, remembering what it was like to have Chase’s lips against my neck, and realized that while I may have been able to escape today, I wasn’t so sure about the future.

In fact, I was worried that next time I might not be able to.

Chapter Three

Cady

“Wake up, slut!”

Natasha’s shrill voice jolted me awake as she pounded on my bedroom door like we had ten seconds to get out of the building before it collapsed.

“I’m up!” I shouted reflexively, wiping sleep from my eyes.

“Sure you are,” she replied. “I’m heading out! I’ll be home tonight. You, me, and Chase can all hang out together!”

“Uh huh, sure. Bye!”

I heard the apartment door slam and checked my phone for the time: 11:15 AM. I had practice at 11:30, and since I’d showered last night, was able to just grab my bag and head out.

It was my Saturday Under Twelve class for kids who lived in the area, but when I got to the tennis building, there was a big black sedan sitting right out front of the No Parking signs.

NYU was no stranger to famous parents or celebrity visits, and I half-expected Puff Daddy to hop out of the back seat as I walked passed, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, the back door opened and Chase stepped out wearing a pair of grey chinos, a tight white t-shirt, and a broad smile.

“Hey, coach,” he teased. “Got time for a private lesson?”

My heart fluttered like I was a little girl again and I felt my cheeks going red. I raised a hand to my forehead like I had an itch in a desperate attempt to hide my blush.

“Mr. Brenton,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you to call me Chase,” he said, stepping right up to me. “And I just told you; I’m here for a private lesson…if you have time.”

Holy shit, I thought as I did my best to look anywhere but at his princely face. I shouldn’t have been shocked that he’d found me. He knew I was an NYU student, and with money like his, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find out my schedule.

Still, it was a bit…unnerving that he could find me that easily if he wanted to. It freaked me out a little, but at the same time, I had to admit that it kind of turned me on…

“I have the Under Twelves lessons…” I started to say, but he waved a hand dismissively.

“I got someone to cover that for you,” he replied. “Marina Pachinkov. Maybe you’ve heard of her?”

Heard of her?! Marina Pachinkov was only one of the top players in the world. How the hell did Chase manage to—

Oh, right. He’s a billionaire.

“Yeah, I taught her a thing or two back in the day,” I replied.

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