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“You’re killing me here, sugar.”
“What am I doing?”
“Besides now knowing you like your ass spanked? Your nipples are hard little points against my chest.”
I pushed up and that only gave him a view of my breasts down the front of my skimpy nightie.
He growled, gaze snagged on my chest.
“Dex,” I said, shifting off him.
“Sugar.” He sounded so sad, like a little boy who’d had his favorite toy taken from him.
I was his toy and I wanted him to play. So bad, but it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t Mr. Right.
His hands dropped from me, and I pushed up, climbed from the bed. I wasn’t sure if I was making a smart decision or the dumbest one ever.
13
DEX
* * *
“I need you back here,” my agent, Scott Smith, said.
He was as straightlaced as his name. I didn’t tease him, much, about it because I paid him to represent me. He was the one who crafted the contract with my team, ensuring I stayed in Colorado near my family. It was his talent that got me sponsorship deals. Of course, the more money he made off me, the more he made. He wasn’t complaining.
Although I was right now.
“Not happening this week.”
I was up and ready in ten minutes–to-go coffee mug in hand–to drive Lindy back to her house to meet with the insurance adjuster, but she moved into my bathroom and took forty-five minutes to come out.
I, though, only ran a hand through my tousled hair, threw on clean clothes and brushed my teeth. Lindy had showered–I’d heard it come on which had me fantasizing about her in there naked–then done other female magic so she looked perfect in a pair of tan shorts and a Hunter Valley Ski Resort t-shirt.
We were on her front lawn, and she was talking with the adjustor who kept staring at her tits. I was giving her room to handle the guy, but I was seconds away from poking his eyes out from a stick I ripped off the tree he was to get removed from her house.
“It’s OutdoorNow.”
I closed my eyes, pumped my fist. “Fuck, yes.”
I’d had my eyes on working with them for two years. They were in every mall selling outdoor gear from puffy coats to ice picks. The only ice I tackled was beneath my skates. They were also hard-core philanthropists. A large chunk of their profits went back into communities, getting kids outside, which matched my charity’s focus. Hockey saved me and if I could turn around and help some other kid to be saved in a similar way, I was all for it. Working with OutdoorNow would make that even more possible.
“But they want to meet with you on Tuesday.”
I watched as the adjustor took a step closer to Lindy. She retreated and then pointed to the house. The guy’s eyes didn’t follow.
I was a second away from killing him. If the insurance guy was an asshole, then what would the contractors be like? I wasn’t going to stand for anyone giving her shit. It was her fucking house that got destroyed. This wasn’t a singles bar.
She needed me here.
“Hang on,” I told Scott, then stalked across the front yard to the adjuster, gripping my cell hard enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if it cracked.
“Look, asshole, it’s pretty hard to assess the damage to the house when you’re ogling her tits.”
The guy clenched his jaw in anger and flushed a tomato red at being called out, then awareness lit his eyes. “You’re–”
Shit, he knew who I was.
