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I nodded. “I hear you.”
“We have to have a working relationship. Strictly professional. And because of that, I should apologize for what I said earlier about your character. I said more than I should have. It was out of line.”
She stepped away from the door.
“No apology necessary. I had a little time to think in the shower.” My eyes locked on hers. “I don’t see why it can’t be both professional and personal,” I explained.
She glared at me. “You don’t?”
“You want me to stay in line? That’s why you’re here, right? Revolution has invested a lot in me.”
“It’s one of the reasons. I have to protect this account. I have to protect the company’s assets. You’re one of those assets for the moment.”
I shrugged. “I would think if you want the asset to stay in line, you should give him a reason to stay in for the night.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re saying what I think you’re saying.”
My eyes narrowed. “We have common ground. That’s all.”
She gasped. “Are you serious? I’m not the company whore. I’m not here to entertain your needs.”
I laughed. “I don’t think you’re a whore, Aspen. I’m only giving you options. I’d never think that.” I stepped closer and heard her breath hitch. I ran my finger over her shoulder, slipping under the strap. “Just something to think about.”
“You are a complete asshole. Worse than an asshole. You’re a sexist, chauvinistic pig.”
But she didn’t move. Her feet remained planted while my finger moved over her collarbone to her throat.
“Is that right?”
She nodded. “It is. And I can think of more words to describe you.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and locked it against her lower back.
“How about presumptive prick?” she suggested. “Or arrogant womanizer?”
I leaned to kiss the curve from her neck to her shoulder. She let out a long sigh.
“Keep going,” I urged.
My free hand unhooked the clasp on her bra and pushed it off her shoulders under her camisole. Her nipples rubbed the silk fabric. She had incredible tits.
“Bad boy… cocky…” she whispered.
I shoved the lace over her nipples. They hardened under my stare.
“Surely you have more,” I taunted her as my mouth latched onto her right breast and sucked it deep in my mouth.
Her knees buckled, but I held her steady with one arm while I bit and flicked my tongue over her hard peak.
“Oh, God.” Her hands fisted through my hair, pressing me closer to her chest. “Playboy,” she groaned. “Flirt…”
I was done with the games and the taunts. I scooped her in my arms. I hit the switch against the wall, throwing us into total darkness.
“Now, it’s my turn to do the talking.”
Chapter Ten
Aspen
The room was dark, other than the lights from the pool below. Lachlan lowered me to the bed in one steady motion, but my head was spinning.
I didn’t know what was happening. I was on my way out of the room—out of this building—out of the village—when he touched me. His hands were like dangerous weapons, cutting off my rational thought and bringing my body to life.
I lifted my hips as he tugged the skirt over my thighs and tossed it to the floor. He peeled my camisole over my arms. His towel was off and there was nothing between us but my pair of panties.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out the beautiful contours of muscles on his body. My fingers traced over the ridges, sliding lower until I felt the hardness of his shaft on the tips of my fingers.
I inhaled sharply. It was massive and strong. I wrapped my hand around it as he groaned.
“Like that,” he coaxed me while I pumped over him with a gentle grip.
My thumb ran over the drop of dew on the head of his cock and rubbed it over the rest of his throbbing shaft. There was something else I wanted. I slid further down the bed until his rod of steel rested on my lips.
“Fuck,” he groaned with pleasure.
I smiled as I pressed the silky skin to my tongue, tasting the salty sweetness in my mouth. His chest rumbled before I opened my lips wider to allow him to push inside. I angled my throat, sucking him in deep. Lachlan thrust forward and I took him deeper than I had any man. I felt like a goddess—like a champion sucking and twirling my tongue while his hips rocked over me.
My body reacted like it never had before. I was turned on by how hard he was. He was so thick and solid. Strong and powerful.
He growled lowly and I knew my entire body was awakened with desire.
“This is fucking hot, love, but I want to finish off another way.”
I whimpered when he pulled out of my mouth. I loved sucking him. He leaned forward to kiss me. His teeth nipped gently and tenderly.
And then I realized what I was doing—what I had done. I just gave Lachlan Kenzie a blow job in the Olympic village. Holy shit. I had played right into his hands.
I sat up, bringing the sports comforter with me.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice gravelly and sexy as hell.
“We can’t. I can’t.” Every part of my body wanted him. But this wasn’t going to happen.
I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I slid to the floor, realizing it was wet with Lachlan’s foot prints.
I don’t know how long I stayed in that tiny bathroom, only by the time I opened the door, I could hear long breaths coming from Lachlan’s bed. I tiptoed to the empty bed that was supposed to belong to his roommate and pulled the covers up to my chin. It smelled like cheap polyester.
I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t run out of the village. I had to wait until the gates opened again and then I’d check into my hotel. I would have to work hard to reestablish my professional relationship with Lachlan.
Somehow I had fallen victim to his sexy bedroom eyes and his chiseled arms and chest. For a second, I had let myself pretend I was on vacation and had met my Rio fling. That second almost cost me everything. I was here to save my career, and maybe his in the process. I couldn’t be one of his conquests in the headlines.
The morning sun blazed through the windows. I grimaced when I realized where I was. What I had done.
I looked next to me where Lachlan was still asleep. I carefully placed my feet on the floor and padded to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face.
The goalie was sitting upright when I emerged.
His hair was disheveled and it looked as if he hadn’t shaved in days. Damn it, he was almost completely irresistible. Almost. Who looked that sexy in the morning?
“What time is practice today?” I asked. I thought it was best to pretend like last night never happened.
“Ten,” he replied.
“Let’s discuss how things are going to go over breakfast. We can meet at the restaurant in my hotel. I’ll go so you can dress.”
He threw the covers back and I saw his naked body bound from the bed. I wasn’t supposed to stare, but I couldn’t help it. Last night in the dark it felt huge, but seeing it in the light of day was a different story. Lachlan was built like a god.
He stretched his hands over his head.
I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from reaching out and touching his warm skin. I had shut that down. I had to remember that.
“I made you an offer last night.” He walked past me.
My cheeks reddened. He wasn’t going to let me forget it. It had gone way too far.
“Last night was a mistake.” I shuffled through my suitcase, looking for something to wear. Something incredibly smart and sophisticated. Something that would speak volumes about the boundaries between us. “We need to focus on what’s important here—your reputation.”
“And what better way to repair my reputation than to have one woman to keep me focused?”
He chuckled and I felt the need to smack his beautiful face. I didn’t have anything to back me up after I had gotten naked with him last night.
He hesitated in the doorway of the bathroom. “You’re missing out, love.”
I pulled a cream-colored dress from my bag and tried to shake the wrinkles from the fabric.
“Why, because I don’t want to be your whore for the next three weeks? What was I thinking?” I rolled my eyes.
“I’ve never asked a woman to spend that much time with me.”
I realized his tone wasn’t flirty anymore. He was serious. I looked up from my pile of clothes.
“What? Surely you’ve had a girlfriend.”
He shook his head. “Never. Not my style.”
“Really, you’ve never dated the same woman for a month? A few weeks, at least? High school? College?” This didn’t seem possible.
He leaned into the frame. “No.”
My heart leapt more than it should have. I felt a rush of excitement. How was that true? Almost every woman who crossed paths with him wanted to sleep with him. He had more sexual magnetism than a team of male strippers in Vegas.
“Why do you think that is?” I sat on the corner of the bed.
He shrugged. I wished he would put on some clothes, but he seemed content showing off his rock-hard body.
“Maybe I haven’t met the right girl.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re a player and no one girl is good enough for you.”
“Maybe that was true before now.”
Did I hear him correctly? “You’re feeding me lines. More of your asshole antics. Seriously, you’ve got to make some changes—” I started to lecture him when he crossed the room and pressed me back on the bed, shutting me up with a kiss.
My head spun and my knees shook. His tongue slipped between my lips and twisted along mine. He gripped my shoulders with strong, powerful hands.
“Love, you need to do this for me.”
I looked into his eyes, dark as coal. His entire body was pressed against me. His naked body, hot and firm. I sank into the bed.
“I don’t have to do anything for you, Lachlan. You got yourself into this mess.”
But my breathing was rapid and my core was quickly tightening. I could feel his erection pressed against my thigh. My body was unraveling faster than I could convince myself everything about his offer was unethical and wrong. Another part of me would even label it as dirty and cheap.
He wanted an Olympic mistress to keep him on track. Why couldn’t he stop boozing and keep his cock in his pants on his own? It seemed simple enough to me. He was here to represent his country and play soccer. Not get drunk and get laid every night.
“It seems like you might be the only person who cares if I get out of it.” His eyes lit with a new kind of fire.
He was crazy if he thought I was actually going to consider this ridiculous proposal.
“You should care. It’s your career too. You’ll lose your last endorsement. You could end up without a team. Without a dime.”
His hand was on the band of my pajama pants.
“Not if you help me,” he growled, lowering his head to my shoulder.
Shit. His tongue was like a flame licking my skin. I closed my eyes.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’ve never had a girlfriend. It’s not a game to me. This is my future. I’ve worked hard to be where I am. Why would I risk that to get tangled up with you?”
The words came out of my mouth, but I didn’t know how. His fingers had pushed my elastic band out of the way. His fingers curled around the curves of my bottom, squeezing me closer to him.
I gasped at the contact. “Oh, God,” I whispered.
“I own you in here,” he growled. My eyes opened as he continued. “And you own me outside that door.”
Was he actually negotiating while he was getting me naked? The pants slid off my ankles. I guessed so.
“This is crazy.” I hadn’t agreed to do it, but I could feel which way my body wanted to go.
His hands made it hard to think. His tongue made it impossible.
“Three weeks. You’re mine for the next three weeks, and I’ll be your perfect football puppet. Strings and all.”
His fingers slipped between my legs and I groaned when he pried my slick folds apart, already wet from wanting him.
I nodded, although I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing to his arrangement or to the fact that I wanted him to make me come. The pressure was beautifully intense as he caressed my body.
“There’s no way it’ll work.” I didn’t think two people who liked to be in control so much could relinquish so much to a practical stranger. Was he going to hand me his career? Was I going to drop my suit and crawl in his bed every time he demanded it?
“You can pull my strings in front of the cameras. But in bed, I make all the rules.”
My body was consumed by an instant firestorm of want. “Okay. I’m yours in here.”
And just like that, I made the craziest decision of my life.
Chapter Eleven
Lachlan
I smiled when she agreed to my idea. When she ran out of my arms last night, I laid awake, trying to figure out a way to get Aspen back in my bed. We had a mutual goal—get through the Olympics without another scandal. This made sense.
She needed me and as much as I didn’t want to admit it—I needed her.
I’d never been a one-woman man, but for the next three weeks, I could try something new. If that something new was her body whenever I wanted it.
I looked into her eyes. She panted as I pushed one finger inside her entrance and then another. Fuck, she was tight. Shagging her was going to be amazing.
She bucked under the pressure and I held her to the bed with a long kiss, moving my mouth over hers while she jerked her hips under the rhythm of my fingers.
“Three weeks, love,” I growled. “Three long smashing weeks of this.”
I pulled the strappy tank top down over her nipples, pushing them forward.
My tongue lapped over one and then the other, taking turns while she writhed under me. I wanted more. I needed more. I pushed back off the bed, yanking her silk panties with me and threading her feet through them.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Shh,” I commanded. “In here, you do what I want. And I want to taste every inch of you.”
I spread her legs apart. Her blond hair was splayed across the pillow. Her nipples bounced up and down with her breath. I ran my fingers between her legs and watched as she shivered and tried to close her knees.
“Oh no,” I warned her. “You can’t back out before we get started. Are you going to listen to me?”
She nodded.
“Good. Then spread your legs like you want me.”
She let her legs fall open and I dove between them, running my tongue over her clit. She whimpered before her hips began to rock, and the sounds coming from her throat turned to moans of pleasure.
I thrust my tongue inside her, sucking and twisting. She clenched against me and I felt the tension in her body building. I wanted her to come hard and fast.
I wanted to know what she tasted like. I wanted to see her body go up in flames when the orgasm hit her.
Her head rolled to the side and she tried to gather the sheets in her hands, but there was nothing for her to hold on to. Her fingers gripped the back of my head and guided me deeper, riding the building need to come.
My cock hardened and I wanted to bury myself inside her. Feel her clutch at me. Feel her hot, wet pussy stretch around me. I looked up and saw her body dotted with perspiration. Then with one slow, long lick she lost it.
She convulsed and shook. I sucked urgently, spurring her on for more. She moaned, forcing her hips higher in the air.
I lowered her to the bed and reached across her head. There were condo
ms all over this fucking place. There were bowls in the lobby and every common area. I pulled one from the bedside drawer and rolled it on.
“Wait, wait.” She breathed.
I hovered over top of her. “What?”
“I want to do something you’ve never done before.”
I sat back. “What?”
She bit her lip. “I know the whole girlfriend thing is a sham, but I want to do something here. Something you’ve never done with another girl.”
If she was trying to surprise me, it worked. I was speechless.
“Anything?” I grinned.
“Almost anything,” she added.
I had a history with women. There had been more than I could count. And I had done just about everything I’d wanted to do. Women didn’t walk out on me like this one did. But I didn’t want to tell her last night was a first for me. I had to keep my ego intact.
But still, she was opening up a list of possibilities I didn’t know I wanted.
I tried to think of all the ways I could contort us into a position I had never attempted. I imagined her up against the shower wall while I buried myself inside her. I thought about bending her over the end of the bed while I fucked her from behind. It all sounded good. I was harder just thinking about it.
“I want all of it,” I growled.
“What?”
“I’ve never done anything more than once with someone. I want to try all of it with you. Something different every day we’re here.”
“We can’t have sex every day.” She tried to sit forward.
“Why not?” I waggled my eyebrows. The Olympics had just gotten a lot better and hotter.
“Because people don’t do that. Do they?” she asked.
“We do.” I kissed her roughly.
“Oh,” she sighed when I pushed the tip of my cock between her legs.
“You’re so fucking hot, Aspen.” I didn’t know how long I could hold off before I had to thrust inside her. She was already so wet.
Her fingertips trailed over my chest. Her eyes were heavy with lust.
“I want to shag you all morning.”