“You want to stop?” I asked, with a sly smile that implied that I was fairly sure she didn’t.

“We could just call this the start of our third date,” she said, one of her hands running through my hair.

“That sounds good to me,” I said, kissing her upper thigh, just below the high-cut arch of her leotard, tasting that slight saltiness on her skin.

A college student has to spend the whole night in a cold, dark library after his attempt to gain a few more minutes on an essay at closing time leaves him locked in.

Seeking a way out of the building, he finds he’s not alone in there: a pretty brunette on the college gymnastics squad has been locked in with him. And there’s only one obvious way for them both to cope with the cold all night…

Warning: Contains graphic scenes of explicit sex.

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EXCERPT:

“We could try making a run for it,” I offered. “We could tell them we were freezing…”

“No, I’ll be okay,” she said, looking at me with those big almond eyes, “I… I like being here with you.”

That made me feel all warm inside. I didn’t know what to say.

“Maybe I just need to run up and down the stairs a while,” she said. “That’ll warm me up.”

She broke away from me, and suddenly leaned over backwards, making me jump a little — I don’t know, I thought she’d fainted or something, I suppose — but instead of collapsing, she just leaned gracefully back into a casual flip, her hands confidently placed on the floor, her feet flicking daintily over the rest of her body before touching back down on the floor so that she could right herself.

“I’ll be all right,” she said, with a little grin at my obvious look of wonderment.

I knew gymnasts were supposed to be flexible, but her display caught me off-guard.

“I wish I could do that,” I said.

“I could teach you,” she smirked.

“I think my back would snap!”

We decided to split a Coke to keep a lid on our limited supply of coins, and headed back towards the windows, since the extra light made it the least intimidating place to settle. However, this time we grabbed some bean bags from the reading area, with the aim of making that sill a little more comfortable.

On the way back, Kayla performed a few more cartwheels, showing off her lithe little frame and somehow still managing to keep a grip on her bean bag.

She really was stunningly beautiful. It made me want to go watch her actually compete, and not only because I’d get to see her without her training gear on, although I imagined that would be a delicious sight.

“See?” she said, “I’ve warmed up already.”

“Great. Now if only I could manage some gymnastics…”

“Happy to show you…”

We settled in again, with Kayla again sitting up against that column support, and me sitting at her feet.

This time, we kicked off our shoes, and ended up much closer than the last time we were here — close enough for me to be able to breathe in her subtle scent. I savored her alluring perfume, breathing deeply but trying not to make it too obvious the effect she was having on me.

“It’s getting pretty late,” she said, checking the time on her useless phone. “I guess my friends have forgotten all about me.”

“Mine probably assume I’m drunk in some gutter somewhere.”

“I’ve never been on a first date this long before,” she said.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked, grappling with that age-old male inability to decipher the female code, while also slightly concerned that my comment about being drunk in a gutter somewhere might have suddenly put her off.

“Oh, definitely a good thing,” she smiled, and I felt a strange sense of relief sweep over me. Then she said: “No, I just thought that it’s kind of like having two dates in one.”

“Well, then I suppose if we end up drifting off to sleep here, that’ll mean your first-date rule is still in place,” I suggested.

“I guess so,” she said. “And we’d skip that awkward ‘will he or won’t he call’ thing after a first date.”

We both chuckled at that.

Then I stuck my proverbial neck out, and said: “So if our next date is our third date, does that mean you’ll sleep with me then as well?”

There was a slight pause, which seemed to me to take an age. Had I taken things too far? Was she going to bolt out of here and rush for that fire door, to Hell with the consequences? Maybe I had disappointed her, maybe I was being crude.

But her mouth curled into a seductive smile, and she said: “Well, that just depends.”

“Depends on what?” I said, innocently enough.

Then she was up on all fours, her pretty face moving towards mine. She said, “On how good a kisser you are.”

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