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off, ‘Well, before you
need to leave or we can…’
    She decided to give him another chance and
nodded, following him out of the room and into a sparse, modern
living area. While she looked out of the window which opened out on
to the quad in the middle of the new-build complex, he started
opening a bottle of red wine.
    ‘We don’t have much storage space, that’s why
Gav had to bring in the clothes. He’s a good flatmate, tidy but not
anally so. He’s on loan for a few months, he plays…’
    ‘Second row, he’s another one of the new
guys. It’s nice you get on,’ she commented neutrally.
    ‘Marcus isn’t so bad either, he keeps himself
to himself, we hardly know he’s here.’
    ‘Not like on the pitch, he’s always shouting
there. Or when he coaches the women. I heard they quite taken aback
when he gave them their first bollocking,’ Sian added with a grin.
The familiar topic helped her relax.
    ‘That’s true, when he gets worked up, he’s
quite fearsome. Must be the combination of Irish and South African
in him. I think he likes Clare but he’s not sure about approaching
her, due to the Luke thing and her and Sarah swearing off rugby
players…’ Rob trailed off awkwardly.
    Sian gasped, ‘How on earth do you know about
that?’
    ‘Some of the boys gossip like old women.’
    ‘Good grief.’ Sian suspected that Clare and
Sarah’s vow wouldn’t last but she wasn’t sure about saying as much.
‘Marcus seems a good guy; he’ll meet someone soon,’ she assured
him.
    The ice was broken and they chatted for
several minutes, finding out more about each other. He brought the
glasses across and they sat on the sofa, bodies angled
together.
    ‘What do you do, apart from rugby?’
    ‘Some computer geekery. I was in the Army for
a while before returning to play rugby, I got a degree while I was
in there.’
    ‘Yeah, I noticed some pretty impressive
hardware in your room.’
    Rob shrugged, ‘Nothing that powerful, they
won’t allow me the toys I used to play with. What about you?’
    ‘Me? I’m a civil servant.’
    ‘You work with Clare then?’
    ‘Oh no, different department; we met on a
training course. Got talking about rugby and she persuaded me to
come along to watch Harford. I’m not as committed as her and Sarah
though, they hardly miss a game.’ Sian sipped the wine, it was
surprisingly good, ‘Nice, I thought you’d have more beer in.’
    He laughed, ‘I enjoy different things,
different tastes.’
    ‘What else do you enjoy?’ she purred
playfully before taking another mouthful of wine.
    Rob shot her a sizzling look, ‘I’d enjoy
eating you out.’
    For several moments she didn’t react. Until
she gasped for breath and wine shot out of her mouth. While Sian
spluttered, Rob fetched a roll of paper towels and dried them both
off.
    She started giggling as he mopped her breasts
and traced the neckline, ‘Well, that was unexpected.’
    ‘That I want to eat you out?’ His hands moved
to hefting her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. Sian’s back
arched into his hands as hot wires zapped around her body. ‘I’ve
been thinking about it since that morning. When I tasted you here.’
He ducked down to lick her cleavage.
    Sian felt a shot of sensation as if his warm,
wet tongue had actually licked between her legs. Her bones turned
to jelly and she sagged back into the soft cushions. The thought of
him servicing her like that exploded the simmering pressure and
heat between her legs. She could feel the slipperiness beginning to
ooze out of her again. He slid down to kneel on the floor, his
hands running up and down thighs, taking her dress with them so it
crumpled at her hips.
    ‘No knickers?’ he asked bemusedly.
    ‘They were wet,’ panted Sian. A thumb started
lightly stroking short, wet curls, teasing her and lifting away
whenever her hips followed it. She mewled as she felt herself
become slicker.
    ‘Wet from what?’ Amusement streaked Rob’s
voice as his breath