‘You know what I mean.’

She presses her lips together, unimpressed, and I sigh. My little rule follower. My good girl in her tiny white dress and schoolgirl plait, her smooth, golden skin slick with sweat. ‘There are three disabled changing rooms. Three. And are any of them in use? Nope. So stop worrying and come the fuck here.’

For good measure, I peel off my t-shirt and chuck it in a damp pile in the corner. That gets her attention. She takes in my bare chest and drifts over, biting her lip.

‘Come here,’ I repeat. ‘I thrashed you fair and square, now I want my spoils of war.’

‘You didn’t thrash me—you beat me by a small margin—and has anyone ever told you it’s not polite to gloat?’ Her brown eyes flash as I push down my tennis shorts, leaving myself naked. But not before I openly remove a couple of condoms from the pocket and place them on the shelf, arching my eyebrows in a challenge.

I suspect my delicious little EA has a fiercely competitive streak. Bring it on. Racquet sports as foreplay is something I can definitely do.

‘I’m going to gloat over you very, very hard. So why don’t you take off that dress, and your bra, and your panties and bend over like a good little loser? Because I want to take my prize for a ride.’

Her breath catches. She likes that. Hmm. I lick my lips and watch avidly as she pulls her dress up over her head, leaving her in just a white sports bra and plain white cotton panties which might actually be the death of me. They may as well have DEFILE ME printed all over them, for fuck’s sake.

She toes off her shoes. Bends to pull off her socks, then strips out of the bra and panties and stands before me, skin still flushed from our exertions on the court.

Yep. She’ll do very nicely indeed.

I crank the shower on without breaking her gaze. ‘Are you wet yet?’

She takes a step forward. ‘You tell me.’

Fuck, she’s a fast learner. I like that a lot. I shoot her a filthy smile and crook my finger at her. It seems she likes what she sees, because her eyes drop to my already-hard dick and stay there.

I wind her plait around one hand to bring her gaze back up to my face as I slide my fingers between her legs.

Slick as fuck.

‘Soaked,’ I pronounce, and she blushes more. I gesture at the shower. ‘Get in there and bend over for me.’