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nails into his back.
    There was a sudden increased forward movement and she felt him driving into her hard. Pleasure mingled with a bit of discomfort rippled through her body as he seated his cock all the way inside her. He began moving in and out of her and the tiny hint of pain she’d felt was soon replaced by pleasure that she couldn’t even begin to describe. Each stroke in and out of her brought her even more pleasure, and she could feel the heat within her building steadily. As Hunter continued to thrust into her with an alacrity unlike any she’d ever experienced, a knot formed low in her belly.
    Surprisingly, she screamed with unabashed pleasure as a huge orgasm erupted within her, washing over her body like a blanket. She felt his shaft stiffening inside her, just as his hot release went shooting into the tip of the condom. Instinctively, she gripped him tightly with her muscles, milking every drop of the hot juice from him. It was in that moment she knew that this was the most unforgettable connection she’d ever had with a man, and she could only hope that Hunter felt the same way.
    He pulled out and laid beside her, then pulled her in to snuggle against him. This was a good sign, she thought. Maybe there would be more nights like this one, at least while they were in Rio. She’d almost drifted off into slumber when he began to kiss her neck, making her sex throb for attention yet again. When he turned to embrace her, she felt that he was as ready as she was for round two.

     
     

Chapter 4
    “What the hell is going on with you, Solange?” Solange's colleague, Ashley Luckett stopped her as she was coming out of the shower after a grueling day of competition with their team. The Track and Field competitions were intense, and they had athletes in almost all of them. It had been all she could do to sneak out to meet Hunter after finishing up her long days, avoiding Jerome and his lame-assed overtures.
    “What do you mean?” Solange said slowing to walk along side her friend to their rooms.
    “You haven’t been yourself since we arrived in Rio?”
    “How so?”
    Ashley stopped and folded her arms. “You’re scattered, unfocused, and downright dreamy-eyed most of the time. That’s not your normal working demeanor.”
    Solange opened her door and Ashley followed her into their room. “We’re at the Olympics, Ash. This is an intense time.”
    “There’s intense, and then there’s goofy. By the look on your face most of the time, there is only one thing it could be. A man. Am I right?”
    Solange looked at her friend who seemed pretty concerned about her. Ashley was right. Solange had been fairly obsessed since they had arrived here. She had not stopped thinking about Hunter Fitzpatrick for one minute, particularly since they’d made love almost every night since they’d checked in, unbeknownst to their best friends.
    They had come to some unspoken agreement and had decided to give in to the sexual frenzy that many of their colleagues were engaging in, but decided not to flaunt their affair like most did, uncaring who witnessed their casual hook-ups. She had grown quite fond of Hunter right from the start when they met on the plane, because he took such great care of her. She didn’t want to admit it, because she didn’t believe in love at first sight.
    She believed that in order for one to fall in love, they had to have known one other for some time just to be sure they were actually in love. What she felt for Hunter was probably infatuation. What she really needed to do was to either forget him, or spend some more time together to determine if he felt the same way. She wanted to pursue the attraction they clearly felt for each other beyond their time in Rio, but wasn’t sure he felt the same way.
    Bar none, he was the most handsome and sexy man she had ever laid eyes on. He had been so gentle and calm with her on the plan, and when made love. Solange could tell that he was still hurting from his