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I couldn’t remember shit with the way her pink lips moved, just inches from mine, so I took advantage of the privacy we had and pressed my lips to hers in a slow kiss that heated up quickly. Too quickly. Maisie pulled back first with a smile, chest heaving as she looked up at me through wide blue eyes. “Consider my mind open, Maisie. Wide open.”

She sucked in a sharp breath at my words, pupils dilating with desire as her skin turned a shade of pink. “Good,” she managed to stammer out with a shaky smile.

The exhibit was as incredible as she said, featuring athletes from all around the world in different stages of their chosen careers. It started with rookie photos, progressing to victories and defeats, injuries and even a few comebacks. “You’re right, it’s really fucking good.” That was a tame word for what it was, for all the emotion and power in each photo, but it was all I had.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Oh. Well in that case, I’m glad you liked it. Want to go back to the toilet seat?”

“Funny,” I told her and clasped our hands together, bringing her body flush against mine. “An hour of art, even a good hour, is about my limit.” I was eager to spend some actual alone time with Maisie and that fucking blue dress.

“Me too,” she confessed with a conspiratorial look on her face. “How about we find some food?”

It wasn’t the hard fuck I was looking for, but I shrugged because the heat in her eyes said we’d get there. Eventually. “I could eat. What do you have in mind?”

Maisie turned to me, a mischievous look in her blue eyes. “I’m thinking something that’s easy to eat, greasy, and delicious. The perfect after sex food.”

I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the gallery and down the street. “I know just the place. Has the best tacos in town.”

“The best?” She rolled her eyes. “Unless you’re talking about Glitz & Glamour Taco Shop, you have incorrect information,” she said with absolute certainty.

I stopped and turned to her. “What if I told you that’s exactly the place I’m talking about?” The wildly successful taco truck was one of our legitimate investments, and the benefit was the guys made damn good tacos.

“I’d say you should walk a little faster because mama is starving.” To prove her point, she patted her flat belly and growled.

It was sexy as hell and I could wait to strip her out of that dress and make her mine. For now, I walked as fast as I could carry us both until we found the gleaming glittery pink and silver truck. “What would you like?”

Her lips curled into a sexy grin and Maisie tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I guess that depends on you, Virgil. How much food am I gonna need?”

Damn she was as feisty as she was sexy. My fingers itched to touch her, to see if she was as wet as her hard nipples indicated. My cock throbbed with the need to have her. To take her.

To make her mine.

If only for one night.

Chapter Twelve

Maisie

What in the hell was I thinking, teasing and taunting a man like Virgil Ashby? He was more potent than any man had a right to be. Big and gorgeous with an air of danger that was pretty damn irresistible for a girl like me who grew up around big strong men who were bad boys…on the outside. But like Wheeler and Gunnar and Holden and the rest, I was sure Virgil was a softie.

Somewhere.

Maybe?

Deep beneath the surface.

Not that any of that mattered, not in the moment. The trip from the taco truck back to Virgil’s place was quiet, filled with the kind of sexual tension that would explode eventually. At least I knew that I was already on the verge of exploding because he gave good flirt and Virgil did it naturally, teasing and tempting me until we were both wearing goofy grins while my body hummed like it’d been hit with a tuning fork.

The car rounded the center of the circular drive, continuing down a dark rose bush-lined drive as an even more tense silence filled the luxury car. “We’re here.”

I smiled at his words. “I see that. We going inside or are we staying right here?” The look Virgil sent me said he wasn’t amused. Said he was a man who was at the end of his rope, tired of teasing and flirting. The dark look said he was ready for shit to get real.

Like a gentleman, he opened my car door and indicated I should get out. Then took my hand and walked me up the front steps with intense purpose.

I waited with hard nipples and a pulsing pussy for this sexy fucker to find his key and open the door.


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