Page 39 of France Face-Off
He handed her the packet.
Alex tore it open and rolled the condom over his engorged cock, amazed at how hard and thick he was and anxious for him to be inside her.
Striker scooped her up by the backs of her thighs and pressed her against the cool tiles of the shower wall. He bent to nuzzle her earlobe as he lowered her over him.
He slid slowly into her.
She was ready, her channel slick and clenching around him. Planting her hands on his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist, she rose up to the tip of his shaft, then sank down again, loving how he filled her, stretching her to fit.
As their pace increased, he pressed her against the wall and held her there, thrusting again and again.
Alex forgot how to breathe as she shot over the edge, her body pulsing with her release.
Striker thrust one last time, sinking deep. His muscles remained tense as he rode his climax to the very end. When he finally drew in a deep breath and let it out, he lifted her off his shaft and set her on her feet. He peeled the condom off, then he held her close, letting the water rush over both of them.
Alex could have stood there until her skin pruned. There was no other place she’d rather be than in his arms. She could get used to waking up to this every morning.
Unfortunately, there was an ugly world out there. Striker had just reminded her how beautiful it could be. Too bad what they were discovering in each other wouldn’t last beyond the summit.
Striker squirted soap into the palms of his hands and rubbed them together, creating a thick lather. He ran his hands all over her body, slowing at her breasts to tweak the tips of her nipples. Then he trailed his hand over her belly and down to cup her sex.
Alex did the same for him, her hands gliding over his broad shoulders and down his tight abs to his cock, which jutted out, hard and velvety.
He sucked in a breath. “Keep that up and you won’t get to the meeting on time.”
She circled his shaft with her fingers and stroked him several times before she sighed. “If only we had the day to ourselves.”
He maneuvered her around so that she stood beneath the showerhead and let the spray rinse the suds from her body.
Then he stepped beneath the spray, rinsed quickly and turned off the water.
Alex loved looking at his body. His muscles were tight. He didn’t have a spare ounce of flesh anywhere.
They grabbed towels, dried each other off and then dressed quickly.
“I’ll have to hurry to get down to the banquet hall to snag a cup of coffee,” she said.
“I’m ready,” Striker said. “I’ll follow you down the stairs.”
She nodded, tucked the flash drive into her bra and headed for the door.
“Let me.” Striker poked his head out the door and then opened it wide. “All clear.”
Alex led the way to the stairwell and hurried down the steps to the first floor. Before she exited, she turned to Striker, leaned up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for reminding me why life is worth living.”
He frowned. “You’re not going anywhere yet.”
“This is the last day of the summit. Most people will leave at its conclusion,” she said.
“You left your backpack in my room,” he said.
Alex nodded. “I’ll collect it later.” She turned to leave, but he caught her hand before she could push the door open.
Striker spun her around and into his arms. “I’m not ready to end this…whatever this is between us.”
“What else can we do? You have your work. I have mine.”
“This can’t be over when it’s just begun.” He crushed her mouth with his in a kiss that set her soul on fire. When he finally lifted his head, she was breathless.
