*Chapter 10 has been edited slightly. Please reread the previous chapter before reading Chapter 11.
Chapter 11
The clock needle stroke 12 p.m. as Lucas and Alison rushed out of the chalet, their dress and tuxedo in their arms, and quickly headed towards the nearest vacant public changing room. They could hear the voices of the other teams changing already. Her nerves palpitated when she realized that there was only one changing cubicle left. Most couples from the other teams were all huddled together in one cubicle. Lucas entered the open cubicle, his face wary as well. Both of them had never seen the other fully naked before, but if they wanted to hurry, they might have to.
"Come on, I won't look at anything you don't want me to look at," he teased. He was trying to ease her tension and she appreciated him for it. She entered the cubicle and locked the door behind them. Lucas was already pulling his red t-shirt over his head and shucking his cargo shorts. Alison's face took on a red hue as she turned her back to him and did the same. When she was down to her bra and panties, she tried pulling the dress over her head, but it was too heavy. She had to run in this for three days?!
"Uh, Lucas, I'm going to need your help." She pulled the dress off her and turned to face him, using the dress to cover her front. He turned to face her, his fingers buttoning his crisp white shirt. She gasped at the near proximity and took a small step back. His eyes caressed her from head to toe and every part of her body came to live. Enclosed in a tight cubicle, this was more intimate than the other times when she was only in her bikini, despite there being no real difference.
She held out her dress to him. "I'm going to need your help pulling this up over me." He nodded, his gaze still fixed on her. "It's a strapless dress, so I have to remove my bra." His fist clenched in her dress before nodding again, his expressions tight. She faced him head on, pulling up her confidence, as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to her feet.
Christ. The woman was temptation itself. He had half a mind to screw the game and take her against the wall now. His cock stirred to life, thrusting against his boxers. The air was wrought with tension. His fingers gripped the dress tight, before mustering his control and lowering himself to his knees, placing his face right opposite her sex. He focused on the task, and gently lifted her right leg into the dress and then her left. The dress was heavy. He pulled the dress over her legs and her midriff. He held her dress by the edges, hesitant when it came to her breasts. Her gaze focused on him now.
He returned the gaze, even as his fingers decided to follow his anatomy's direction and gently flicked over her rose-budded nipples. The sensation had her letting out a short moan, her fingers clasping his shoulders tight. His eyes blazed with heat. What the hell was he doing? Even if he wanted to do more, cup her breasts, toy with her nipples and maybe suck one or two into his mouth and make her scream, now wasn't the time. He pulled the dress over her breasts and quickly turned her around to zip the dress.
When he was finished with her dress, she turned, embarrassed. "Why – ?"
"Not now. We have a race to finish," he paused in pulling his pants up his legs and focused his eyes on her. And she saw. She saw the lust there, the need. "But later..." he trailed off, and her eyes shifted to his boxers. Awareness shot through her when she noticed the tented area around his cock. She blushed before composing herself and helping him tie on the bowtie and shrug on his jacket. He finished pulling up his pants and tucking the shirt tails in.
Now that the apprehensiveness of the weeks and weeks since they met to act on the nerve tingling awareness they had for each other got tossed out of the window, she was eager to see where it could lead them. It was unprofessional and against every unsaid nuance in her contract, but, in that one moment, it didn't matter. The game was ending soon. She would deal with the consequences as it came. Kensington Media could shove their contract up their asses. It was risky to throw it all for man she only knew for a few weeks, but it was her risk to take. Their fingers twisted together as they grabbed their previous clothes and the pink envelope and left the changing room.
