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.