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Before I could dodge, a ball hit me on the shoulder. “Ouch!”
“Sorry, love.” Lachlan grabbed the ball from the floor and tossed it on the bed. “I didn’t see you.”
“What are you doing with that ball? Shouldn’t you be outside on a field?”
He chuckled. “The pitch. It’s called the pitch, not a field.”
“Oh.” I knew we had different terms for soccer, but I hadn’t bothered to study up. “We have dinner reservations later.”
“Sounds fancy.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“It’s a high-profile restaurant. We should have lots of visibility.” I had researched the best restaurants in Rio and made a reservation.
“Optics again?”
“Everything we do from now on is about the optics.” I sighed. We didn’t have much time to change the public’s perception of Lachlan. If it was going to work, we had to be in the public eye every day of the games. I needed to check the schedule for women’s soccer and a few other UK sports to make sure he attended in solidarity of the UK teams.
“What time?” he asked.
“I think we have three hours.”
I saw the expression in his eyes change. The playfulness disappeared and was replaced with a dark hunger.
I took a step back.
“Three hours for you to be mine before we go.” He snaked a hand around my waist.
“What? I’m in the middle of emails and mapping out our strategy. I’m lucky I got us those reservations.”
He spun me, pressing his lips into my neck. “This is how it’s going to work, Aspen.”
My legs buckled. His hands roamed over my chest, pushing my bra down. God, he worked fast.
“I don’t understand.”
“We’re going to go to dinner, but not before you’re properly fucked.”
I closed my eyes as my core tingled with excitement. His hands coasted over my hips, shoving my dress to the floor.
“Because I want everyone with a bloody camera to know you’re mine. I want them to see it when they look in your eyes. And I want you to know. I want you to still feel me when we walk down the street. I want you sore and aching from me.”
I moaned as he slipped his hand under the band of my panties, diving between my slit.
“Don’t you want that?” he growled. “You want my heat between your legs?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “I do.”
He rubbed and circled until I rocked into his hand, begging his fingers to release the ache building inside me. I didn’t give a damn about emails anymore.
He nipped at my ear, plunging a finger, hilting it as far as he could. I sighed into his back, riding out the rhythm.
“Get on the bed,” he whispered in my ear.
I did as he asked, moving to the center of the king-size bed. I watched with anticipation as he stepped out of a pair of jeans and threw his shirt on the floor. He had an unbelievable body. A body that had taken me to new heights this morning. A body that was getting ready to rip pleasure through me again.
He crawled toward me, stopping to kiss my ankle and tender spots along my leg. I shivered with each heated touch from his lips.
Everything he did made me wet. He eyed me with desire. He touched me with fever. He kissed me, moaning in a low, sexy tone, as if promising there was something even better yet to come. But I couldn’t process any of it. All I could do was exist in this haze of lust, skin, and sweat. I couldn’t think beyond Lachlan’s kisses. I couldn’t see beyond the blackness in his eyes. I couldn’t feel beyond the strokes of his fingers between my legs.
