Sparring Partners: Dead Heat

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I let go of her wrists.

“A deal,” I said. “Equal terms. You get me, I get you, and nobody keeps score.”

Kat looked up at me for a long moment, her chest rising and falling, and then she smiled, not the smirk but the other one, the one I’d only just learned she owned.

“Equal,” she said. “Fuck, yes.”

We tore each other’s clothes off. Her body was long and lean, hard muscle under soft skin, and she pulled me down on top of her and kissed me until I forgot my own name. Then she rolled us over, kissed down my throat and breasts and stomach, and put her mouth on me.

She licked me like she was good at it, because she was good at everything. I grabbed her ponytail and she moaned into my cunt. I got my hands under her arse, dragged her round and pulled her over me, my tongue sliding into her wetness while she sucked my clit, and we ate each other like it was the final round.

We came at the same moment. Her thighs clamped round my head and I screamed into her,.

Then she turned and straddled my leg, grinding her wet cunt against mine, our clits rubbing, our fingers laced, until we both came a second time, slower and so hard I saw stars.

At six, with the door unlocked and the sun coming in grey, Kat lay on my chest and said, “Hargreaves is yours. Co-lead. I already asked.”

On Monday, we walked into the office together. She had a hickey on her neck, and I had a hickey on mine.

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