Scandalizing Henry was my favorite.

I leaned close to his ear again. “I’m ready for you. Fuck me one more time, and I promise I’ll be good.”

He ran his finger around my hole before dipping in. I pulled the condom from my pocket, and his resistance evaporated. In record time, he had me turned to face the toilet, our pants around our knees as he slammed into me.

Even though I’d prepared for it, I couldn’t contain my sharp, loud gasp. Henry slapped his hand over my mouth, and hell yeah. I nodded vigorously, reaching up to press my hand against his for a moment, letting him know I wanted it there. Then I braced myself on the mercifully clean and white tile wall.

There were still sounds of people in the bathroom, the odd flush and running water. With his left hand tight on my hip, Henry gave me the hard-hot-fast fuck I needed. I panted against his palm, staying as silent as possible, his breath warm on my neck.

We had to get our bags, and everyone would wonder where we were, but it felt too good. I jerked myself roughly, coming into my hand when Henry lightly bit the side of my neck. He thrust a few more times and emptied into me.

Kissing the spot where I’d probably have a slight bruise from his bite, he held me tightly, releasing his hand from my mouth. We quickly cleaned up before I squirmed around to face him. He was flushed and beautiful, and I brushed back the swoop of his bangs before gently kissing his cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” I murmured, even though now we were supposed to be all business. Maybe after one more kiss?

I didn’t have to convince him since Henry was already taking my face in his hands and kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Which there wasn’t. There was practice and concentration and competing at our very best.

And only one of us could win.

Reluctantly, we separated. “Okay,” I whispered. “We’re good, right? We’ve got this. It’s fine. This was just—I don’t know. Whatever. Starting now, it’s all about the Olympics. We’re good.”

Henry nodded, then leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. His lips lingered for a heartbeat. Then he squeezed out of the stall. I waited a few minutes until I could breathe again.

Luckily for us, the airport was busy, and suitcases were only starting to tumble out onto the conveyor belt. We’d be going to the Village on team buses, and I waved to a few people I knew at the next carousel who’d arrived on a flight from the States.

“Hi, Henry!” Hannah Kwan gave a cheery wave as she passed the carousel with her rolling carry-on suitcase. The bags from our flight were arriving on the first carousel in a line, and people filed by as other flights arrived.

Weirdly tense beside me all of a sudden, Henry nodded to her. Then Anton Orlov rounded the corner, and Henry’s weird tension was dialed up to eleven as Bill always loved to say for some reason.