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Bleach. That's all I needed. But Cassie in aisle four had other plans.

She was restocking the cleaning products, covered in tattoos from wrist to shoulder, dark hair in a high ponytail, cheekbones sharp enough to cut. Slim, almost skinny, but with an intensity that made up for it.

"Lost?"

"Just looking for the bleach."

"Top shelf, left side." She didn't move, just watched me. "You're Jake, yeah? From the King's Arms?"

"Guilty."

"Thought so. You were chatting up my mate Gemma last weekend. She said you were a good kisser."

"Hope I lived up to expectations."

"Dunno. Didn't get to find out, did I?" She stepped closer, lowered her voice. "Fancy showing me what the fuss is about?"

The staff room was tiny—microwave, kettle, a sofa that had seen better days. She locked the door, turned to face me.

"We've got ten minutes."

"Then let's not waste them."

She was on me in seconds, kissing hard, teeth catching my lip. She tasted like energy drinks and mischief, her tongue piercing clicking against my teeth.

"Gemma wasn't lying," she breathed. "You're good at this."

"Just getting started."

Her work polo came off, revealing a sports bra and more tattoos—roses across her chest, a skull on her ribs. I traced them with my tongue while she gasped.

"Like the ink?"

"Love it." I pulled down the bra, found small, perky tits with pierced nipples. "These too."

"Careful, they're—ah—"

I wasn't careful. Sucked hard, felt her knees buckle.

"Fuck—more—"

I pushed her down onto the sofa, pulled off her work trousers. She wore no knickers—just bare, shaved, already glistening.

"What? Laundry day," she grinned.

I dropped to my knees, tasted her. She was sweet, responsive, thighs tightening around my head immediately.

"Shit—right there—don't stop—"

She came fast, back arching off the sofa, hand clamped over her mouth. Before she'd recovered, she was pulling me up.

"Inside. Now."

I freed myself, found her slick and ready. When I pushed in, she wrapped her legs around me.

"Fuck yes—needed this—"

We fucked on that staff room sofa like the world was ending. She was loud despite trying to be quiet, and I didn't care who heard.

"Harder—gonna cum again—"

She did, her whole body shaking, pulling me over the edge with her. I came deep, her heels digging into my back.

We lay there, tangled, catching our breath.

"Better than Gemma made it sound," she said.

"Tell your mates."

She laughed, smacked my chest. "Maybe I want you to myself."

I left with her number and a bottle of bleach I forgot to pay for.

She texted to tell me. Then told me to keep it as a souvenir.

Started something that went way beyond the staff room.