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Tears I refuse to let fall sting the backs of my eyes.
I think he just picked me.
Over my brother . . .
Callen has never done that.
I feel my lip wobble as that simple fact sinks in.
“Need a ride to work?”
I shake my head, unwilling to give up this fleeting connection. “Jude will be waiting for me.”
“Tell your bodyguard I’ll drop you off. I’m meeting my trainer at Crucible. I’ll be right there.”
Killian’s dad expanded what used to exclusively be an MMA gym but now caters to elite athletes as well. Makes sense since our town is overflowing with them.
“You don’t have to . . .”
He presses his lips to my forehead. “You might be able to tell everyone else in your life what to do, but that shit doesn’t work on me. Now get showered, get dressed, and get your sweet ass in the truck.”
He smacks my ass, and I squeal and take a step forward before changing my mind and grabbing his hand. “Your shower’s pretty big, Sinclair.”
A devilish smile stretches across his handsome face. One I love seeing. It’s the same smile he’s always had when he gets a surprise. And today, I think that’s me. Not sure how he thought this morning would go, but I doubt it was like this.
“Itisawfully big, isn’t it?” Callen reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off, then runs his hands up my bare legs and under my shirt. Rough palms skim up my ribs and cup my breasts, and need pools deep in my belly. “How fast do I need to be, kitten?”
I look at the time, wishing I wasn’t presenting the sketches I worked on last night to Everly today. “You’ve got ten minutes. Fifteen if I don’t blow dry my hair. Think you can make it quick?”
Callen throws me over his shoulder and smacks my bare ass. “I can make you come at least twice in ten minutes.”
I hang upside down, laughing as he carries me into the bathroom, and run my hand under the waistband of his basketball shorts to pinch his ass.
“Promises, promises . . .”
Turns out he can make me comethreetimes in ten minutes.
Leo
Hey. I need clothes.
Caitlin
You need a whole wardrobe makeover. What’s your point?
Leo
You made Nixon look good. Think you can help me?
Caitlin
Use your words, Leo. What are you asking?
Leo
I need a stylist. I’m not getting the endorsement deals I want even though I had one of the highest scoring averages in the league last season. My agent says it’s because I don’t dress well enough. His exact words were I don’t look put together.
Caitlin
