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Peter stood at the bookies, leaning against the counter, taking a moment to rest while the bookies was empty.

And then suddenly it wasn't.

Out of the corner of her eye, he saw her, sidling through the front door, tight leggings underneath her leopard-print dress.

As she spun around suddenly, her hair swished over her face, catching the mid-day sunshine. She was breathtaking as he turned to her, a smile on his face.

Then, intrigued, he watched more closely as she lazily reached her arm over the door, pulling the catch up to lock the bookies from the inside.

"Carla.." he called to her, puzzled. "We're not closed."

But she just turned to him calmly, and it was then he noticed the ice lolly she clutched in her hand.

Ice was beginning to drip down the side as she silently raised it to her mouth. To her full red lips.

And as she swirled her tongue around the top of the ice lolly, he felt his body tingling, responding helplessly with the first stirrings of desire.

She smiled mysteriously, as she walked closer to him, her hips swaying slowly. So slowly.

And as she walked, she looked down, parting her lips, taking the ice lolly into her mouth, satisfaction in every lick of her tongue, every swirl of her lips.

Then she looked straight into his eyes, and he knew exactly what she was up to. And how good it was going to be.

He leaned against the counter, trying to steady himself as he found himself instantly hard, all his senses focused on her. Wanting her.

And as she neared him, closer and closer, his arousal only grew. He could smell her scent, hear her breathing.

Until suddenly she was right there, before him.

Silently she backed him against the wall, sucking slowly, suggestively, on the ice lolly.

A teasing smile flickered over her lips as he struggled to keep his composure.

Yet still she said nothing.

"Carla?" he asked, his voice cracking with desire, but she just smiled again.

Slowly, deliberately, she moved the ice lolly to his mouth, stroking it over his lower lip, left then right, up and down.

He shivered at the feel of the cold against his lips, and her eyes drilling into him.

Her smile was so dark, so gleeful.

And he couldn't wait to find out what she'd do next.