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?”

“I’m not a call girl, Lachlan. I’m the senior account executive for Revolution.”

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.