I had to stand under a cold shower. Her scent filled my room. I needed to wash the heat off my skin. I needed the cold water to calm my cock. I’d never been so turned on by a tongue lashing in my life. Her eyes sparkled and her pouty lips puckered and danced when she spoke. We didn’t even know each other, but it was clear I had gotten under her skin. And as hard as my dick was, she had gotten under mine.

Part of what she said was true. She might be my last chance. Rick was gone. The team hated me. All I had was this pretty girl from America, ready to throw everything in to save me.

She was the only one who rushed to Rio. The other companies had dropped me without a phone call. I didn’t want to know what that was going to cost me. No one else was here, but this fucking sex temptress who held the key to my fortune’s future.

I ran my fingers through my hair, soaping the strands with shampoo. The problem was I couldn’t think about my career. I couldn’t think about football. All I could think about was what I wanted to do with Aspen in my room. I’d never wanted a woman like this.

I leaned my forehead against the cool tiles. My dick was as hard as a rock. Fuck.

I turned off the water and reached for my towel.

Once I opened that door, she was going to lay into me about cleaning up my image. I’d heard it before. I knew the words before she said them. She probably had a five-point plan ready to go. But how could I concentrate on anything other than her sweet lips?

I wrapped the towel around my waist, not bothering to dry off. I opened the door, letting a wave of steam hit the bedroom before walking out.

“Oh my God. You have to put on some clothes.” Aspen shielded her eyes with her hands.

I chuckled. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen on any of the ads I’m in,” I taunted, standing in front of her. I knew she had been watching me like I had been watching her.

She had taken off her stuffy jacket. She slowly let her hands fall to her lap. “That’s not the same thing. This is real.”

I was ready to make it extremely real.

I crossed one wet arm over her and then the other. She wiggled backward on the bed so that I leaned forward.

“What are you doing?” Her eyes were wide, but I saw the lust in them.

I brushed my lips over hers.

“Tasting you,” I growled.

Her lips were soft and warm. I lingered for a second, inhaling her, breathing the same air before I slipped my tongue in her mouth, reveling in the way our rhythm quickly matched each other. I didn’t know a woman’s tongue could glide and twist like Aspen’s. It made me wonder what else she could do with it. She moaned as I pressed my body against hers, soaking the front of her silk shirt with shower water. She tasted like cinnamon laced with fire and heat.

“Fuck,” I growled, nipping at her bottom lip.

Her head leaned back and I made a trail along her throat, biting and sucking her tender skin. She made sexy purring sounds as my hands traveled over the curves of her hips.

“No, no, no.” She shook her head. Her voice grew louder.

I looked into her eyes.

“What’s wrong, love?” My hand squeezed the top of her thigh, working her skirt up.

“I’m here to get you out of the headlines.” She breathed heavily. “Not to become the next one.” She nimbly ducked under my arm and stood next to the bed faster than I expected. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I shouldn’t have… we can’t… I should go.”

I rolled on my back, trying to take a gulp of air. I was turned on by everything about this woman.

Her hand landed on the suitcase.

I jumped off the bed. “You can’t go out there. We’ll both have to answer for breaking curfew.” I grabbed the bag from her and returned it to the floor. “You don’t want that for either of us.”

Her shirt stuck to her skin. I could see the lace on her bra. My chest rumbled for her.

“I can’t stay here.” She shook her head. “This was a terrible idea.”

“Come on, love. No reason for you to leave.”

“I didn’t think this through. I should have waited for tomorrow. I was too rash in trying to fix the problem.”

“I like having a roommate like you,” I joked.

“I represent Revolution. You are one of our ambassadors. You can’t kiss me. You can’t seduce me. Is that clear?”

I felt the challenge root under my skin. Did she know who she was talking to? Did she know what her fiery speech had done to me? I was rash and impulsive. I took what I wanted and after one taste of her there was no doubt I wanted her.

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.”