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 condoms 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.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she tempted.

I slammed inside her, hilting myself to her core.

“Oh, God,” she screamed, gripping my shoulders.

But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. I pumped in and out of her. My body taking over with primal need. She felt fucking incredible. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I pushed in before pulling out swiftly. I rocked in and out of her, watching her tits bounce wildly on the bed.

“Fuck, Aspen.” I wanted more. I needed to be deep inside her. I pushed her knees toward her chest and crawled forward on top of her.

“It’s so intense,” she whimpered, while she gyrated toward me. “Fuck me. I want it.”

I wanted to own her. It wasn’t just a stupid joke or a dare. I wanted this woman. I wanted her to be mine in every way. This was the first step in claiming her. Burying myself in her. Filling her with my cock while she clung to me.