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We stayed in the whirlpool for twenty minutes, eventually managing to get our cocks to behave long enough for us to move to the next pool.

This one formed a sort of canal and a cave with water raining down. It created a curtain for us to disappear behind. I hadn’t expected the spa to be this empty. We were almost alone.

“Come on, Raven, let’s go around the canal.”

We tried to swim, but the walls were so close to each other that our fingertips brushed against them. So we floated around and then slipped into the cave.

Before I could get a good look at it, arms closed around me and strong fingers slipped into my shorts and gripped my ass. Then a solid body was on mine, urging me against the rough stone wall. We were bulge to bulge, and his tongue begged for entry.

My hands found his back, holding onto him as he devoured my mouth, fingers leaving my ass to dig into my hair.

“Arne!” I gasped eventually, when he let me come up for air. “What if anyone recognises us?”

“Don’t care,” he groaned, plunging his tongue back into my mouth and stealing my breath from me. “I’ll go crazy if I don’t get to taste you.”

I let it go on for way too long, always desperate for his touches, his taste.

My beautiful mate.

Once we’d released the pent-up tension between us, we frolicked in the water for another couple of hours.

Arne took me back to my place afterwards.

“I’m sorry for losing control like that,” he muttered, head thudding back against the headrest.

“It’s okay, Princess. It’s not like I wasn’t two seconds away from groping you. I hate this.” I exhaled a deep breath.

“Yeah, me, too. I got so used to touching and kissing you whenever I wanted in Denmark. Not having that anymore sucks.”

“I know.” Reaching over, I squeezed his hand. “We’ll get through this, okay? Only a few more months.”

“I’ll see you at the rink tomorrow, baby. Pretend I kissed you goodbye.”

I bit my lip and willed myself to get out of the car. “See you tomorrow. Thanks for taking me with you, Arne.”

“Anytime.” With one last wistful smile, my beautiful princess drove away, and I made my way upstairs to my flat.

Thirty-five

Arne

Ihad barely made it inside when my phone chimed. Smiling to myself, I dropped my bag on the bathroom floor and took my phone with me to the living room.

I miss you, too, baby.

Max: Fuck. Someone filmed us at the spa.

Max: It’s all over social media

My body went numb, and I had to take a seat, my phone slipping out of my fingers onto the couch cushion.

It chimed with another message, but it took me a few moments to unfreeze.

Coach: Meeting in my office in an hour. Be on time.

Oh fuck fuck fuck.

I had fifty minutes to get to the meeting. Fifty agonising minutes before Max’s and my doom. There was no way I could drive. But I couldn’t just sit around.