A Golden Opportunity - Part 1
Kate has taken centre stage!
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This is it. I’ve made it.
I stare up at the huge Parisian hotel, looming over me against the pale pink sky. The street is nearly deserted, thanks to my disgusting early flight from Australia, but it’s giving me a moment to take stock at least. I inhale deeply, close my eyes, and grin.
Not only am I officially now an Olympian, I’m also at the Olympic Village. And I know exactly what that means.
I open my eyes and step into the foyer.
“Bonjour!” the receptionist greets me with a practised smile. “English?”
“Yep,” I reply, looking around. There’s a few people hanging around, either waiting for someone or having an early breakfast before training.
“May I have your name for check-in?”
“Kate Thompson.”
“Merci,” the receptionist types my name into her computer. “Your roommate will be arriving tomorrow so you have the room to yourself for now.”
“Perfect,” I grin, accepting the key card she gives me. As I do so, I catch the eye of someone staring at me.
A guy, tall and broad, walking back from the on-site gym. Or, I’m assuming so since he’s wearing shorts and no top. His body glistens, his muscles moving hypnotically. The corner of his mouth tugs upward when I don’t take my eyes away from his.
Bingo.
“Thanks very much,” I hurriedly finish my conversation with the receptionist and follow the guy towards the lifts, dragging my luggage behind me. He gives me a sideways look as I catch-up to him waiting outside the lift doors.
“Up or down?” he asks.
“Up, please,” I give my best smile back, letting my gaze trail over him. He straightens his shoulders, clearly pleased with the attention. “Good workout?”
“Yeah, it’s nice to work up a sweat first thing,” he replies and I’m able to place his accent, somewhat. American. I can’t quite figure out where, maybe California? God, I’m so shit with accents.
“I agree,” I say just as the lift pings, alerting us of its arrival. “I love a morning workout.”
I lay it on thick and he notices, glancing at me as we step into the lift. As soon as the doors close, I turn to face him. I don’t waste any time and lean forward, running my tongue along his throat. He steps back, pressing himself against the side of the lift and shudders. Dipping his head, he presses his mouth against mine.
My fingers find the band of his shorts and I push my way down and under the fabric. He’s already hard and I wrap my hand around him, hearing his hoarse gasp as I do so.
“Goddamn, you don’t hang about,” he says, his voice muffled against my mouth. I smile and slide my tongue across his bottom lip as I start stroking. I rub my thumb across the sensitive part under his cockhead and his legs nearly buckle underneath him.