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towel free of her hair, wrapped his hand in her long damp locks and pulled her in for yet another staggering kiss. ‘That is not from the shower, Chef,’ he said. 
    Time to cop to it. 
    ‘No, it’s not.’
    ‘What’s it from?’ he rocked her back and towards the bed as he said it. 
    It was only when she said, ‘You. It’s from you, Chef,’ that he stood and stripped off his brand new tee and then shoved down his jeans. His cock stood out in a rigid column along the front of his grey boxer briefs and she reached out to touch him, gently running her fingers along the line of his hard-on.
    He made a gruff noise in his throat and pushed her back, covering her with his bulk. She wasn’t small but next to him she felt it. She felt damn near tiny as his frame crushed over hers.
    He found her with his hand, cupping her sex. Just cupping it. The heat of his hand a heady reminder of what they were going to do. Jill found herself moving up into his cupped hand to try and force his fingers to touch her.
    He laughed. ‘You are entirely headstrong and fantastic, do you know that?’
    She shook her head and kissed him just to shut him up. ‘Don’t talk. Touch me.’
    So he did. Swirling wet circles on her distended clit using her own slippery moisture to add to the sensitivity. He dipped a finger and then three into her and fucked her gently with his fingers before kissing a line of heat from her throat to her navel.
    ‘Part your legs.’
    ‘No time, no time,’ she said and toed his erection with her big toe. Her toenails were painted a brazen red. Perfect. She felt pretty damn brazen.
    His face went stern and he made a dark noise but then leaned over her to fumble in the top drawer of the suite’s nightstand. He had to paw and paw and paw through what seemed like tons of stuff before victoriously sitting up with a condom.
    ‘Jeesh,’ she snorted but her fingers were hooked in his boxer briefs and she was stripping him bare.
    ‘Hey, I came to cook not have sex with a beautiful woman.’
    ‘You think I’m beautiful?’ she asked, suddenly shy. She wiggled on his bed and watched him watch her. His eyes tracked her movement with an almost predatory glee.
    ‘I think you left beautiful behind about six bus stops ago. Calvert, you are fucking stunning.’
    Her initial reaction – as of late, at least – was to balk at his praise. Instead, she bit her tongue and shut the fuck up and watched him roll the condom on. All of her was hungry for him. Her entire being was simply pulsing to be entered by this man. She thought a good orgasm or three would help them both tomorrow. Tomorrow was the final competition. Then it would just be two. Jill had a feeling the two would be her and Cole.
    ‘Stop thinking about it,’ he said, reading her mind. 
    ‘Make me stop thinking about it,’ Jill said and reached for him.
    He entered her slowly. Pushing past her slippery opening with a gentle kind of urgency that made her belly dip like she was on a roller coaster. He held her knees high, pressed in his big hands, and he pried them apart enough so that he could watch himself slide into her willing body.
    It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She chewed her lip and when he glanced up to her and smiled, seated fully then, she smiled back. 
    ‘Kiss me, please,’ she said, all blush and manners.
    ‘You don’t have to say please.’ He laughed and spread himself out over her, his elbows the only thing keeping his big body from crushing hers. 
    Instead of feeling claustrophobic, she felt fucking safe beyond belief. An odd, odd feeling for Jill. 
    Her legs now free, she wrapped them around his taut waist. His cock titillated every fat bundle of alert nerve endings in her cunt so that Jill felt hers pelvis rising up to meet him. It was a mindless, involuntary thing – her body simply seeking the heat and pressure and pleasure of his. 
    ‘I needed this,’ she confessed with a slight chuckle.
    ‘Me too. I’ve been having