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allowing him access.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Helmut felt the first drops of his own fluids at the tip of his penis, and clamped down hard on the sensation. Ladies first. His thighs quavered as he bent between her legs, and spread her folds with his fingers.
    Claire writhed and moaned as he slipped one finger across her wet opening. He slid it inside as he rubbed the swollen bud of her clit with his thumb. She arched and rubbed against him, urging his fingers in further, against the hard bundle of nerves inside.
    She was close. Helmut wanted to be inside her, to feel her tighten around his cock, to slide into her folds and to bury his face in the long blond hair. He wanted her to come for him.
    He bent his head and took her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive bud with his tongue. At the same time, he slid a second finger inside her and worked them, sliding them in and out. He heard her gasp, and moan, and her fingers clutched his hair.
    “Helmut.”
    His name on her lips was nearly his own undoing as he felt her tighten around his fingers. He felt the rush of her fluids, and sucked her again. She shifted on his fingers, pumping up and down and tightened around him again and again.
    When she stilled, he raised his lips and kissed the inside of her thigh. She protested softly as he removed his fingers from her sex, and gently set her hips down on the bench.
    “That was...you didn’t...” she began.
    Helmut looked into those angelic blue eyes, gazing at him with a rapturous expression. Despite his own painfully throbbing erection, he felt a burst of manly pride.
    A clamor of voices in the hallway shocked him into awareness.
    “We aren’t alone.” He carefully wrapped her back in her towel, and reluctantly stood up. His cock was hard at attention beneath his shorts, but there was no hope for it. He grabbed for his towel and held it limply in one hand.
    “I’ll head out first. Wait a few minutes. Or do you want me to knock when the coast is clear?”
    Claire reached for the underwear that had been dropped on the floor and balled them in one fist. She straightened. “I’ll manage.”
    Helmut turned toward the door. He recognized the timber of men’s voices. Could be Ben, or some of the other racquetball players, fresh from their showers. Thank God none of them had felt like a steam after the match.
    “Helmut?”
    He looked over his shoulder. Claire had smoothed her hair back from her face. This time, he could take credit for the flush in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. “Yes?”
    “Shall we finish this at my place?”
    “Absolutely.”

Chapter 7
     
    “You’re where?” Helmut practically shouted into the phone. The connection cut out again and his palms went frigid.
    “--eoria,” came Kelsie’s voice.
    “Peoria? What the hell are you doing in Peoria?” Helmut leaned one balled fist on the kitchen counter in front of him. “I thought Mom said you were spending the week in New York.”
    “My phone’s about to die. Can you come get me? Please? I’ll explain when you get here. I’m in the Denny’s on University just off 74.”
    “Yeah. I’m on my way.”
    Helmut clicked off his cell phone and stared at the faint blue screen. Assuming his baby sister was safe and sound when he got to Peoria, he was going to strangle her.
    Helmut buzzed the doorman to his condo building and requested that the valet bring his car up from the underground garage. The drive to Peoria would take him three hours at least. Thankfully it was well past rush hour, or he would be fighting the parking lot that was I-55 as downtown Chicago emptied for the weekend.
    Helmut glanced down at the bouquet of exquisite red roses, still wrapped in a generous sheaf of green florist paper. He hunted through the numbers in his cell phone. Nada.
    Helmut swore under his breath as he dialed Betty.
    “Hello?” She sounded distracted, and Helmut thought he heard the friendly chatter of voices in the