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My gaze snaps up from the foot of the bed to the bathroom doorway. Chloe stands there, hand on her hip, in nothing but the maroon scarf artfully placed around her neck and chest and a tiny pair of white underwear. I think I fucking love her, that’s what I think.
All that killer bare skin has my dick instantly pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
“Get over here and I’ll show you,” I say.
She saunters toward me, sliding the scarf into a different configuration. I look everywhere at once, up her toned legs to her stomach, her pert dark pink nipples, her lush mouth, her smiling eyes. She stops just out of reach.
“I’m going to wear it every day. I love it.”
“And I’ll think of you wearing it—like this—every day.”
“That’s what I was hoping for.”
“Mission accomplished.” I scoot to the edge of the bed, plant my feet on the floor, and palm her ass to haul her between my legs. Making love to her is exactly how I hoped we’d spend our time before leaving for the airport. I kiss along her rib cage, enjoying the way her muscles tense under my mouth. Her skin is like a sunny day in spring, her scent feminine, fun, and forever in my memory.
She places her hands on my shoulders. “I do take hijacking your mind seriously.”
I look up at her. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ve got a secret for you.”
“Okay.”
“You’re stuck in my mind no matter what you do.” The closer I get to spring training, the baseball side of my brain says this could be a big problem, but right now I’m not on the field. Right now, I lower my head to bite and suck the skin near her belly button so she’ll have my mark on her when she leaves. I soothe it with a kiss and then admire my work.
She examines the blemish then giggles. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”
No one’s ever touched her many of the ways I have.Thank you,Fifty Shades. It’s on my agenda to scope out other erotic novels she can read to me.
“Get on the bed,” I instruct.
She doesn’t hesitate, jumping onto the mattress with gusto. The way she responds to me is unlike anything.
I’m about to strip when the doorbell rings.
“Are you expecting someone?” I ask.
“No.” Indecision pulls her brows together. Answer the door or ignore it? It’s most likely a salesperson selling something we don’t need.
It rings a second time.
“Damn it. I better see who it is.” She zips into the bathroom to pull on her clothes in record time, replying, “No, that’s okay,” when I ask if she’d like me to answer it.
We walk to the front door together. She opens it.
“Leo?” Chloe says to the man standing on her front porch.
Leo? Ex-boyfriend Leo? What the hell is he doing here?
“Hi, Chloe.” His eyes shift from Chloe to me then back to her.
“What are you doing here?” she says.
My thoughts exactly.
“I was hoping we could talk. Do you have a few minutes?” Something in his voice tells me the talk isn’t about the weather, and I clench my fists.
