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I turned around and wound my arms around his shoulders, then grinned as my lips found his.
It wasn’t long before Carter said our goodbyes for us and took me home. Our departure was barely noticed. They all knew it was never long before the two of us left. As he carried me to our bed, I couldn’t help to think about our own family. We found each other after so many years apart and came together, as he slipped inside of me, as one. Our hips moved together in perfect rhythm. I gasped, falling back onto the pillow, as he moved over me. My hands skimmed up his arms and he looked up, his eyes falling into mine.
There. Right there.
He was all I needed and I was all he needed. This entire experience had changed me, hardened me. I had killed two men. And as Carter continued to thrust inside of me, I knew I would do it again if anyone tried to take him away from me.
It was early the next morning when Carter woke me up. He nudged me in the side. “I want you to get up with me.”
“No.” And I rolled over.
After a soft chuckle, he said again, “Come on. I want you to go to the gym with me.”
“No.”
My pillow felt wonderful. Too wonderful to get sweaty and whatever else he had in mind. I wasn’t moving and hugged my pillow tighter.
There was
no warning.
Carter flipped me over. He hooked a hand around my leg and slid his other under my arm. I was lifted in the air like a rag doll. With a gasp, I clung to him to keep from falling and was carried into the walk-in closet. He deposited me on the bench as my shirt was taken off in record time. Workout clothes were tossed to me before he went to get his clothes.
“What is this?”
He flashed me a grin. “You’re going to train with me and Noah.”
I snorted and threw the clothes back to him. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” His grin turned wicked. “I think it’d be good for you to learn some moves, just in case.”
“I have how many bodyguards?”
The grin faltered. “Guards can die. You should still learn how to defend yourself.”
“Oh.” There went that argument. “Noah is my boss and an MMA
champion.”
“So?”
“So. It’s awkward. And inappropriate.”
Okay, I was grasping for straws here.
He shook his head, but tossed the clothes back to me before he pulled off his own shirt.
Oh. Consider me distracted. I sighed as I watched his back muscles bulge and stretch when he pulled a different shirt on. This was a tight tank but torn down the middle as if someone had grabbed for it and ripped it. Then he pulled on some pants and I was even more distracted. His obliques stuck out, rippling under his skin, and when those workout pants covered him, they clung in all the right places.
The throbbing began again. My mouth went dry. I wanted a different workout.
“Noah is the same boss that you’ve given love advice to and have gone drinking with. If anything’s inappropriate, that’s inappropriate.”
I sighed. “He’s my boss.”
“And you’re my woman.” He stopped and glared.
A thrill went through me. A primal possessiveness was in his gaze. His lips flattened, though my own still tingled to touch his.
