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again.

 

Chapter
8

 
 
    Sofia

 
    Oh my God, what have I done?
    Is this
real?
    Did Colton
Stark just fuck me in the locker room?
    My aching
tunnel is a steady throb of proof as the water from the shower flows down over me.
    I’m reminded
again as I walk back into the locker room as I dry off. With each step, I swear
I can still feel him inside me.
    That
massive cock.
    Oh my
God, I couldn’t believe how big it was.
    I kept
looking down while he reamed me, stunned at the sight of that beast pounding into
me.
    How did
I survive that, seriously?
    Although
I have to admit, I loved every moment of it. When I woke up this morning, I never
suspected I’d get the fucking of my life before dinner.
    And
I do mean The. Fucking. Of. My. Life.
    I’ve
had guys. I’ve had girls.
    But that...
huh... that... holy fuck!
    That
was unique.
    Get a grip, Sofia!
    I slam
my hand into the same locker he pushed me up against.
    Damn
it, nothing has changed, Sofia! He’s still a criminal you’re investigating! You
still need to plant the firefly in his car!
    Fuck!
    What
is wrong with me?
    They got a thing for criminals. They like bad boys.
All of them.
    Again
my father’s voice thunders through my head, echoing in a deep chamber.
    Fuck.
    I’m such a fucking failure!
    I slam
my hand into the locker again.
    Then
I put my clothes on.
    Clothes
on, I close the locker door, sling my bag over my shoulder, take a deep and
determined breath, and walk back out into the gym.
    He’s
right there, waiting for me by the ring, his gym bag next to him. Casual. Arms folded.
Leaning comfortably like he owns the place.
    He turns
slowly and looks at me with that goddamned smirk. And those goddamned blue eyes.
    Zing!
    Grrrrrrrrrrrr ... no!
    I fold
my arms, pausing in front of him. He continues to stare at me.
    “What?”
I say, a little too much irritation in my voice.
    “I
can’t believe how much I want to just look at you all day.”
    The magnetic
field is back, particles of energy encircling us. A zone of charged electricity
created by our proximity to each other.
    God,
I’m hopeless.
    “That
was... wrong,” I say.
    “Yes.
Which is why it was so right.”
    “Hope
Britney didn’t hear us.”
    “I sent
her home before I went in there.”
    “Sent?”
    He picks
up his bag and starts toward the door. “Yeah, I own the place.”
    Zing!
    I walk
behind him, a new (and somewhat painful) throb starting up in my damaged pussy.
    “Next
class isn’t till six so I have to lock up,” he says. “You parked close?”
    “No.
In fact, could you give me a lift to my car?”
    He turns
and looks at me with a quizzical smirk.
    What the fuck?
    “Sure,”
he says while putting on his sunglasses. “Can you step outside while I set the security
code?”
    I just
nod and walk out onto 14th Street. The wind has died down but it’s still cool. Thank
God, because I’m sweating again. I open up my bag and take out a bottle of spring
water, guzzling it down.
    He steps
outside and the door locks behind him. He’s holding his phone to his left ear, talking
to somebody.
    “Eduardo,”
he says. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover it. I’ll do a transfer when I get home.
Tell Carmelita she’ll be fine. I’ll take care of it. Okay? Okay.”
    He clicks
off and puts the phone in his pocket, throwing that evil smirk at me again.
    Zing!
    I watch
him walk, my lips on my spring water bottle.
    I didn’t
get that cock in my mouth. I’m kind of disappointed.
    That
would have been fun.
    But it isn’t going to happen! I’m not going to let
it happen again!
    As he
walks, his crisp, white shirt highlights those broad shoulders. I can still
feel my fingernails digging into that back.
    God,
I swear I can still feel him fucking me.
    That
man.
    Just
fucked me.
    My eyes
fall to his ass. His tailored chinos highlight its sturdy jut as he walks. I didn’t
get a good look at it naked, even though I got a rock solid handful while he reamed
me.
    He turns,
almost at the corner.