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  I headed for the shower, determined to take a cold shower and cool off my heated skin and heated passion. But rather than dampen my desire, I had to find relief. I flipped the water to warm and let my mind wander back to the sauna. Her sweaty skin, her body hidden from me by only a towel. Fuck, I had to take care of myself or my balls would explode.

  I finished undressing, looking at myself in the mirror. I needed to get it together, not get all wound up over some woman who was probably hell-bent on sending me to jail for the rest of my life. I was tougher than that, and that strength needed to show its face before I ended up all twisted inside.

  My focus had to be on proving my innocence. I’d have plenty of time for a woman like Rene, and with that thought, I realized I didn’t just want to fuck her. I liked her tenacity, her unwillingness to bend to my will just because I wanted her to. Her strength was sexy.

  But as I stood next to the shower waiting for the water to heat, I couldn’t get her body off my mind. I climbed in and leaned forward, putting one hand against the tiled wall. The water ran over my head, my face, and cascaded down my body. I closed my eyes, trying to get my thoughts straight, but instead, I found myself picturing Rene in that sauna, her skin pink and moist, her breath hot and needy. I could imagine her sitting on the bench completely naked under the towel, with no one around to interrupt us.

  I opened my eyes and looked down, realizing my cock was throbbing painfully again. I grabbed my shaft and started to stroke it slowly, thinking about all the things I could have done to her in that hot, steamy room. My eyes closed again, and I let her naked tits come back into my mind.

  I was sitting in the sauna, no towel wrapped around me, watching as Rene leaned back on her elbows, her breasts firm and round, bigger than when we’d been eighteen but no less spectacular. I walked over and ran my fingers down her moist skin, feeling the beads of sweat. Leaning forward, I kissed her, and she kissed back with passion and fire.

  I lifted my head and moved down her body, running my lips over her breasts and nibbling for a moment on each nipple. She gasped, whimpering loudly at the touch of my tongue as I moved further down, stopping just above her pussy. I pushed her legs apart and ran my fingers through her folds, feeling the hot juices flowing from her. I rubbed her clit for a moment, watching her body stiffen before I pulled my slick fingers down through her juices.

  I hadn’t tasted her when we were eighteen, an oversight I deeply regretted now. I wanted to know what she tasted like and hoped I’d have the chance. Returning to my fantasy, I pushed two fingers inside her and listened to her moan and scream as I finger fucked that warm pussy. Her hands gripped the wood tightly as I pushed her closer and closer to climax.

  She screamed in ecstasy, and I moved my fingers faster, looking up and watching her face as the pleasure bubbled up. As my fingers twisted inside of her, she exploded, coming hard and screaming my name. I could feel her juices run down my hand as she arched her back and moaned.

  I wanted to feel that pussy so bad, feel how soft she was with my dick sliding in and out of her. I pulled myself up and pushed my cock into her, watching her jolt and moan. I knelt and wrapped her legs around my waist, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me. She bit her lip and watched my hips as they thrust powerfully forward. I slammed into her hard, stopping for a moment before slowly sliding back out. I did it again, only this time I moved faster, making the same motion over and over again, watching her tits bounce up and down.

  She moaned, rolling her eyes and grabbing the bench below her. I gripped her harder and thrust fast and hard, our bodies slapping together in the hot sauna. I could almost hear the crackling of the water on the rocks as I fucked her with everything in me.

  “Oh God!” she screamed.

  “You like that?” I asked. “You like that cock?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Fuck me harder.”

  I leaned forward and rocked my hips, pumping my dick into her. I could feel the soft walls of her pussy moving up and down my hard shaft, and I growled loudly, wanting more and more. She breathed heavily, grabbing my back and lifting her hips, grinding against me every time I thrust forward.

  I smiled and pulled out of her, sitting on the top step and nodding at her. She smiled and sat up, pulling herself into my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist. She reached between my legs and grabbed my cock, stroking it for a few moments as she stared in my eyes. She lifted her hips and lowered herself onto my hard shaft. I groaned, grabbing her ass and pushing myself forward, going even deeper inside her.

  She leaned her hands back on my knees and tilted her head, moving her hips like a wave. She ground hard against me, my cock deep inside her and my body rubbing against her clit. She moaned in a high pitch as I grabbed her body and pulled her just slightly up and down on top of me. She bit her lip and leaned her head back, jutting her tits forward as our bodies rolled over one another. She pulled herself up, bouncing up and down on my cock. I bit her shoulder as she fucked me fast and hard, her screams echoing off the walls.

  “I’m gonna come,” she moaned.

  “Come, baby,” I said, my voice deep. “Let me feel it.”

  I grabbed her waist and bounced her faster and harder, watching her body stiffen as she moved over the edge of ecstasy. She groaned and whimpered as her pussy clamped down on my shaft, her hot juices cascading over my dick like a waterfall. I growled, pumping her faster for a moment before pushing her down, my cock pulsing in an explosion inside her. I breathed deeply, clamping my eyes closed as the waves of pleasure moved over me.

  When I opened them again, I was alone in the shower, my cum circling the drain. Damn it. Exhausted, I finished showering, careful to clean the floor so I didn’t slip. What a story that would be, I thought. Dying because I slipped on my own cum and hit my head. I chuckled at the idea and climbed out, not believing the passion that had driven me. It wasn’t like me at all to be that hot over a chick, but Rene had twisted me all up without even trying.

  If I didn’t figure out a way to get her under me, or over me, for that matter, I would combust. I’d already had sex with her once in my life, so wanting her that badly was ridiculous. The fact that I could remember how hot and tight she was might be the trigger causing my lust. How she had moaned and whimpered as I fucked her that night. The bliss on her face. Even after all this time, she was one of the best lays I’d ever had, which was shocking because I was pretty sure it had been her first time.

  I’d set out on this mission to get Rene in bed because I wanted to prove my innocence, to make her believe I didn’t do any of the things they were trying to pin on me. I needed her to be vulnerable to my personality and persuasions, and the best way to do that was to get her wrapped up in my arms. At this point, though, that need for her understanding had morphed into something else. Now, I just straight up needed her body.

  I finished my shower, dressed, and headed out of the duplex, not really sure what was going on in my head. Aimlessly, I wandered through town, trying to collect my thoughts and my passions at the same time. I walked to the local pub and ordered myself a beer and a burger and took it out to the patio. I sat at a small table drinking my beer, trying to get myself straight, trying to figure out what the next step was to solve my case. Just as important, I was trying to figure out how to get Rene in my bed so I wasn’t jacking my cock every five minutes thinking about her.

  “Hey,” a younger guy said, walking up. “Aren’t you Martin Ferrel? The old shortstop for the Dodgers?”

  Oh hey, a distraction. I smiled. “I am.”

  “Man, I followed you while you were in the big leagues,” he said excitedly. “I was bummed when you retired. You can really play some ball, man.”

  “Thanks,” I said, shaking his hand.

  “What are you doing now?”

  “I’m a cop, homicide division.”

  “Nice,” he replied, nodding his head, impressed. “Well, I’ll let you eat. I just wanted to say what’s up.”

  “Thanks
, man,” I said, still smiling. I was actually recognized from my days playing in the major leagues. That didn’t happen anymore. It had been years since I’d been on a field, much less played in front of a crowd.

  A few minutes later, a couple of his friends came over to talk to me, and I ended up signing some autographs and reminiscing about my time playing ball in college and moving early into the majors. The Dodgers had wooed me right out of college and into the big stadium with all the lights. It was one of those things in my life that I questioned the reality.

  With a few beers in my belly, I walked back to my place, taking my time. It was a nice day, and I didn’t have anything else to do. If I were sitting in my place, thinking about Rene was exactly what I knew would happen, and I would drive myself nuts with it. I needed to find something else to do with myself.

  As I crossed into the parking lot, I walked past a familiar car and stopped. It was Rene’s car, and she was sitting inside it. She hadn’t seen me yet, and I had to say I was more than surprised to see her in front of my apartment. Maybe she was staking me out, but she looked nervous, almost as if she were fighting with herself.

  I smirked. Maybe the sauna had done the trick after all.

  Rene

  I sat in my car, staring at the steering wheel, unsure what I was doing outside Martin’s apartment. The scene in the sauna had affected me a lot more than I had wanted it to, and now I was outside his apartment like some trashy stalker.

  What was I doing? I couldn’t get involved with a suspect on the first case I’d been assigned with IA. I shouldn’t have come. I should have pushed him out of my mind. I should’ve disclosed our past relationship and had him reassigned to another agent. And I damn sure shouldn’t have let him kiss me in the damn sauna.

  All my training, everything I had been through in my life, was telling me I shouldn’t be outside his apartment, that I shouldn’t be chasing Martin down with lust in my belly and need pulsing in my chest. But damn if he wasn’t haunting me. He was everywhere I went, and if it wasn’t his physical presence, thoughts of our one night together kept replaying in my mind.

  I’d gone home after the gym, showered, and laid down on the bed, glad that Jenny wasn’t around to watch me making a fool of myself. I dreamed about him, and the dream had been so sexy and vivid that I could barely to contain myself. When I had woken up, I had to finish myself off, but that didn’t stop the lust.

  Damn you, Martin. I told myself that it would be just once. Just one hot time to scratch the itch plaguing me.

  I may as well get it over with. It’s not like it’ll mean anything. The guy’s faithless, I know this, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t mess with my objectivity on the case. If I screwed him on my terms, knowing I wouldn’t want anything to do with him afterward, I would feel better.

  Furious with myself because the entire idea was mad, I was reaching for the ignition when there was a knock on my window. I jumped and looked up at Martin standing next to my car. My heart beat faster. I swallowed hard and opened the door, unbuckling my seat belt and climbing out of my car, bracing myself. I knew what I wanted, I was going to get it, and I would walk away after.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked.

  That was the last moment I had to change my mind. It was the moment I needed to step up and remove myself from the situation I had put myself in. I knew I needed to walk away, but my feet wouldn’t move. Before I even had the chance to change my mind, words were spilling out of my mouth.

  “I want to use you,” I stated boldly. “Like you used me in high school.”

  He stared at me for a moment, as shocked by the words as I was. Then he slowly started to smile, a growl, an actual growl, trembling low in his throat. It was the sort of almost desperate sound that made me wetter than I already was. Yeah, you feel it too. At least I’m not the only one losing control.

  He grabbed my hand and shut my car door, and I hit the key fob to lock it. Without a word, he dragged me through the parking lot and up the stairs of his apartment complex. We walked to the door at the end of the hall, and he unlocked it, leading me inside. I got a glimpse of a nice but not very neat bachelor’s apartment before he turned to me and stole all my attention.

  I wanted to say something, to stop myself, but there wasn’t time. Before I had a chance, he leaned over and closed the door, pushing my back up against it. I could feel his hand pushing against my stomach as he moved his face to mine, just inches away. My breath caught in my throat as he brushed his mouth against mine, softly at first, and then with fervor. His tongue slipped past my lips, and his hand cradled my neck as his other grabbed my breast and massaged it. I relaxed into his arms, letting the lust run wild, forgetting everything I’d told myself.

  He lifted my arms and pulled my shirt and sports bra off, exposing my bare breasts. He leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it as he pushed my pants down to my ankles and held me while I stepped out of them. He leaned me back against the door again, cupping my warm mound in his hand, the black lace keeping him from my pussy.

  I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling at it as he moved his arms out of the sleeves and let it drop to the floor. I raked my fingernails down his hard chest as he unbuckled his belt and took off his shorts. I grabbed his hard shaft through his boxers and bit my lip, wanting to feel him inside me. He smiled, pulling his boxers off and letting his huge cock bounce out. I hadn’t gotten a good look at it last time; I knew now why nobody else had felt quite adequate after it.

  Maybe he’s ruined me for other guys. What a terrible thought. I can’t let him know it. But it sure felt like the truth.

  I pulled down my panties and stood against the door, rubbing my clit as he stroked his cock, the intensity between us building by the second. He watched me as I moaned, rubbing my pussy, watching his cock get harder and harder. He stepped forward, shoved my hand to the side, and spread my feet apart. My back was pressed against the door as he slid his fingers through my folds and pushed two of them deep inside me. I cried out, arching and throwing my head back, holding tightly to his shoulders.

  He slid his fingers in and out, the palm of his hand massaging my throbbing clit. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, reaching out and grabbing his cock. I smoothed my hand up and down the shaft, matching the speed of his fingers. He groaned, putting his other hand beside me, against the door. As my pace increased, so did his, until we were both writhing in ecstasy. I could feel his fingers twisting and turning as he finger fucked me hard and fast. My clit was pulsing against his hand as the fire in my belly burned red hot. He leaned his head against the door next to my ear.

  “You like that?” he whispered.

  “Fuck yes,” I moaned.

  “Yeah? You gonna come for me?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes. I’m gonna come for you.”

  “I want to feel it,” he growled. “I want to feel your juices on my hand.”

  “Yes,” I screamed as his sexy voice sent me over the edge. “I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.”

  The fire exploded inside me as he moved hard and deep. My pussy convulsed, showering his fingers with my hot juices. My body shook feverishly in his hands as the waves of pleasure pulsed through my veins.

  “I wanna taste you,” he murmured, kneeling in front of me, his eyes on mine. “I want to know what you taste like.”

  He put his mouth over my clit, then lifted one of my legs to rest on his shoulder, opening my body to his tongue. My head hit the door as his tongue flicked over my clit and his fingers slid up my inner thigh and into my pussy again. He licked me, teased my clit, and practically slurped the juices running out of my pussy onto him.

  When he rose, he kissed me hard, letting me taste myself. He looked at me and said, “God damn you taste good.”

  He grabbed my ass and lifted me, pulling my legs around his waist. He reached between us and guided his cock into me. I leaned my head back and gasped, feeling the enormity of his shaft. He filled me completely, h
is body shaking with desire, his eyes dark and strangely serious. That irritating, cocky grin was gone.

  He pushed me back against the door, and I reached down, grabbing the door handle to steady myself while hanging onto his shoulder. He moved his hands, hooking his arms under both my legs and opening them wider so I could wrap both arms around his neck and hold on as he fucked me.

  He thrust hard into me, shaking the door behind us. I moaned, licking my lips, feeling him deeper than before. He spread his feet wide, stabilizing himself before slamming his cock into me like a beast unleashed.

  We were making a hell of a racket, but I didn’t care at all. I screamed in pleasure, feeling his body meet mine and retract again. The sound of our skin connecting echoed through his apartment, and I dragged my fingernails across his back, almost certainly leaving marks.

  God, he felt so fucking good, and all I wanted was more of him. He rocked his hips forward and back, grunting loudly as we fucked against the door. When standing up got to be too much, he pulled me to him and dropped to his knees. He sat me down on the ground and laid down on his back.

  “Ride me,” he ordered. “Ride me until you come all over my cock.”

  I smiled and crawled forward, straddling him. I lowered myself onto his shaft, moaning with my head back as I slid all the way to the base. I immediately started to grind against him, feeling the pressure of his body massaging my swollen clit. I put my hands on his chest, shifting my hips hard, back and forth, unable to even think with the amount of pleasure pulsing through me.

  I sat back up and grabbed my tits, massaging them as I slid up and down his shaft. I started slow, but as I felt his cock move deep inside, I couldn’t control myself. I bounced up and down, my moans matching my pace. He reached up and grabbed my waist, digging his fingers in as I screamed, on the edge of another climax. He smiled and rubbed my clit, making me go past the edge and explode. My pussy tightened hard around his shaft, and my juices flowed over him again.