“More,” I pant.

Our sweat slicked chests glide along one another, Grady’s strength and endurance on full display as he pins me to the wall, pushing in and out of me, my legs hanging over his arms.

“You’re the best workout.” His classic smirk is on full display and shining right at me.

“Right back ‘atcha.” I pull his lips to mine, never getting my fill of him.

His tongue dives into my mouth, searching for mine. Instantly they connect and an electrical current runs through my body. There’s nothing better than this man and his labored breaths in my ear as he takes me.

My insides clench around him when he drives in deep. “I’m close, faster, baby.” My fingers run along the short hair on the back of his neck.

A low growl rumbles up effectively hitting my eardrum, which sends sensations running right between my legs, and I lose the fight, tumbling into my orgasm as all my body’s tension vanishes.

“Oh, Grady,” I say, but he’s not there yet and he pushes inside of me hard before his body twitches and the entire weight of his body presses me against the wall.

“Shit, baby, you’re perfect.”

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

“Fuck.” We both glance at the clock each of the village rooms have in them.

“Oh, crap.” He lowers my body to the ground, rips off the condom, spilling half of its contents on the floor.

“Grady!” I screech.

“Yeah, jackasses, time for you to make your debut,” Dax screams through the door.

Neither one of us responds, but from how thin these walls and doors are, I guarantee he heard me screaming.

“Shit!” He grabs my roommate’s towel from the back of a chair and wipes it up.

“That’s not mine!” I yell, pulling up my panties and pants.

“Well, it’s either that or nothing.”

I shrug. Point made.

He grabs his boxer briefs and starts dressing.

“I can’t believe I let you distract me,” I say, shrugging my sweater over my head.

“I think you’re the one that jumped me.”

True enough, but if Grady Kale was yours, I guarantee you, you’d be living in a constant state of want like I am.

Running over to the mirror I put some more blush on, freshen up my mascara and lip-gloss while he gets into his boots, sitting down and tying them. I take a minute to admire him, still shocked he’s mine.

“You can stare at me later, babe, get your boots on,” he says without even looking up.

“I wasn’t staring.”

He glances over to me with that smirk I love so much. I clench my thighs shut. Later.

“I like you staring,” he says.

My body loses all muscle control and I almost collapse to the ground. He pulls his hat over his head, and then hip bumps me away from the mirror.

“You’re beautiful no matter what, but we gotta get going. I have to make sure my cheering section stays packed.”

I tie my boots, throw my arms through my jacket and place my hat on.

Grabbing the strings of his hat, I tug him toward me. “I wouldn’t mind if that cheering section had fewer girls in it.”

He chuckles his amusement. “Don’t be jealous. You know I’m a one-woman man.”

I bring my lips to his. “And I’m a one-asshole kinda woman.”

He smacks my ass. “Better be.”

We each look each other over. He reaches over to the bed and grabs his gloves, stuffing them in his pockets. “Let’s go.”

He opens the door. Dax is long gone. We sprint through the empty village building and jog all the way to where we’re supposed to meet for the opening ceremonies.

By the time we arrive, our entire team is looking at us with skeptical eyes.

“I swear you’ll miss your event.” Skylar knocks her elbow into my ribcage.

I bend over to try and catch my breath, Grady doing the same and stretching his calves on the cement wall. Seriously.

“Just working on our cardio,” Grady says, and everyone laughs.

“Okay USA, let’s go, which one of you are holding the snowboarding flag?” the coordinator asks.

“Me!” Demi jumps up.

“I should do it,” Dax approaches and Demi narrows her eyes like he’s about to take her baby.

“No, I claimed it first.”

“Here we go.” Skylar takes a deep breath.

“Guys,” Beckett tries to be the rational one. “How about we flip for it?”

“How about ladies first?” Demi sneers.

“This is why they didn’t want women in the Classics. You can’t be all ‘I want this and that and...’” He covers his head as all the women’s hands go up and smack him upside the head.

“Idiot,” Grady murmurs.

“Fine.” He somehow gets out of our grasps, fixing his hat. “Hold the damn flag, but I’m putting that down in the books as you owing me one.”

Demi stands there completely unamused.

I share a look with Grady who rolls his eyes. Dax is annoying and definitely loud, but he’s our guy and I think he’s about to be hit over the head with more than a large crowd of women’s hands again.

“I owe you nothing,” she says. “If anything...”

The two walk to the head of the group, arguing the entire way.

“Peace at last,” I say, and Skylar laughs beside me.

“Hey.” Grady comes up alongside me, his hand finding mine.

“What?”

“I love you,” he whispers, placing the lightest and sweetest kiss on my lips. “Gold or not, this is the best Winter Classics of my career.”

“I love you.” I place my mitten-covered hand on his cheek. “But I want the gold, too.”

He picks me up and swings me around in his arms. “Mia Salter, you’re going to be the death of me.”

I nod. “Yep, pretty much.”

My feet land back on the ground with the grace of a princess and he bends down and kisses me with the surety and gentleness of a man who loves me. He slows our kiss, his hand never leaving my cheek.

“So, we’re in agreement. A couple of gold medals and a few hundred orgasms then we’ll live happily ever after?”

I nod. “Sounds perfect.”

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