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Luke Davenport was kissing me.

His full lips moved against mine, his tongue seeking entry into my mouth. I opened up and let him in.

He tugged me towards him so I was straddling his strong thighs. His hands pulled me closer, moving up my back until he was cupping the back of my neck. I slid my fingers through his soft, dark hair, our tongues tangling so deliciously that I moaned into his mouth, grinding my hips into him, wanting to be even closer.

“Fuck, Liv,” he groaned, trailing his lips down my neck. I panted, so turned on. How did this happen? My mind was scrambled; I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the feel of our bodies pressed together, his soft lips on my skin, and his growing hardness between my thighs. I let out an involuntary whimper as I moved against him, kissing across his stubbled jawline.

The rest of the world fell away, and there was only him.

Luke.

My former enemy.

The man I wanted more badly than I’d wanted anyone, ever.

“Ahem.” The loud sound of a throat clearing had us jumping apart as if we’d been electrocuted.

Ethan stood in the doorway, amusement and displeasure warring on his face.

“Ethan—” Luke began.

He held up a hand. “Save it. While I’m happy you’re working out your, ahem, differences,” he coughed, “you do not act like this in the workplace. Is that clear?”

I hung my head. My face felt hot, and I was sure I was bright red. “Yes. Sorry, Ethan.”

“Understood,” Luke gritted out. He moved to stand beside me, a show of solidarity, running a finger lightly over the back of my hand. The small, almost insignificant contact sent tingles down my spine.

Ethan’s eyes flashed between us, scrutinising, and then he clapped his hands briskly. “Good. We’ll say nothing more of it. Come on, time to leave. You both need to get a decent sleep. I want you to do another run-through of the pitch tomorrow. Liv, I can give you a lift home—I’ll be driving near your house.”

“Okay. I guess we were pretty much done here, anyway.” My voice wa

s small.

“I wasn’t done with you.” Luke’s sultry tone sounded in my ear.

Oh.

I shivered, turned on beyond belief.

If Ethan hadn’t been around, how far would we have gone?

15

Luke

“Want to tell me what was going on with you and Liv, yesterday?” Ethan’s cautious tone had my head shooting up.

Grunting, I dropped the barbell back onto the rack with a clang. Wiping the sheen of sweat from my face with my gym towel, I sat up and held out my hand.

“You’re avoiding the question.” Ethan passed me my water bottle, and I took a huge swig, feeling the cool liquid trickle down my parched throat.

“Eth, I’m not avoiding anything.” I screwed the lid back on the bottle. “What do you want me to say? We kissed, then went our separate ways. No big deal.” I shrugged. I walked over to the large rack of dumbbells in front of the gym mirror and began a set of bicep curls.

Ethan took up position next to me and started on his own exercises, his muscles straining with the effort.

“Does she know it was only a kiss?” Ethan panted between reps.

I met his concerned gaze in the mirror. “Look.” I sighed, placing the dumbbells down. I glanced at the huge guy on my other side and lowered my voice as I turned to Ethan. Despite the early hour, Savage Boxing Gym was teeming with people. “Yes, I’ll admit I’m attracted to her. She’s fucking stunning. Maybe we’d have taken it further if you hadn’t turned up, I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking straight. All I know is, a relationship isn’t on the cards. Not for me. You, of all people, should know that.”

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