skin. She exhaled and the dip at the base of her throat fluttered.
Damn.
He was getting hard in a boxing ring.
“You sure you can handle me?” he asked.
“Absolutely.” She batted her lashes, licked her full lips, and hooked him in the jaw. But it was softer than the other blows, and she was laughing. “God, you’re bad at this.”
He pushed into her with his body, pinning her against the ropes. “But I’m really good at other things.”
Her pretty eyes widened. “Really? Like what things?”
He dropped his mouth closer to her ear. “How ‘bout we get out of here so I can show you?”
Chapter Eight
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” MJ’s question lifted above the sound of shower spray and Jillian singing some god-awful song about “getting busy with good booty.”
Tanya should’ve known what happened in the ring would lead to questions, but
damn
. That man so close had her brain short-circuiting. Big and bold. Sweaty and sexy. And giving it back to her as good as she’d given it to him. She could only imagine the sex.
Her soapy hands froze inches from her breasts. “I know what I’m doing,” she said. “As long as I keep a healthy dose of skepticism and expect him to leave without staying in touch after he goes, then it’s all good. I’m prepared. And it’s no different than a one-night stand.”
Jillian stopped singing. “So you’re only going to do it once?
Boo!
What a waste.”
Tanya was so obsessed with Cam now that they’d gone a few rounds in the ring, she had to agree. “Fine, one-month stand. No strings. No messy feelings. Just some fun and then we walk away. I’m going to call the shots every step of the way.”
The pipes in the stall beside her squealed until the water was silenced.
“You better make sure he’s clear on those terms,” MJ said.
Tanya listened to the metal rings scrape the rod and imagined MJ stepping out of the shower with concern twisting her face. She was a good friend. Protective. Tanya felt the same way about her. That was why she hadn’t been overly excited about MJ getting serious with Tag.
Girl, what’s wrong with the booty call?
she’d asked.
But MJ had wanted more, and Tanya wanted her to be happy, so she’d accepted it. That’s what this was now wasn’t it? MJ accepting it.
Tanya poked her head around the plastic curtain. “Hey!”
MJ looked at her.
“I get you. I see what you’re saying. I’ll be careful. I promise.” And then she puckered up and blew her a kiss. “Thanks for having my back.”
“I have your back too,” Jillian said.
“Yeah, to push it right into trouble.” Tanya laughed and ducked beneath the warm spray.
“No, not trouble—fun! You can’t tell me you wouldn’t be grateful if I dragged that fine hunk of man in here and shoved him into the shower with you. I’d even guard the locker room door while you got busy, because I have your back. See?”
Oh, she saw. Her hands dropped over her curves, and her nipples hardened.
That
would be a shower to remember.
More squealing from the stall on her opposite side until the water silenced. “Do you want me to go get him?” Jillian asked.
“No.” She laughed. “This isn’t high school. I know how to arrange my own booty calls, thank you.” She killed the water, wrapped a towel around her, and pushed the curtain aside.
Jillian sucked in an exaggerated breath and held her hands to her heart. “So proud. My baby’s all grown up.” Then she turned to MJ and tossed her a cocky grin. “You know, she learned that from me.” Back to singing that stupid song …
getting busy with good booty.
She held onto her towel as she grooved toward the wall of mirrors, her tattoo of a murderous Cinderella strangling her Prince Charming prominently on display. “Happily ever after” was boring according to Jillian.
Tanya just didn’t think happily ever after existed.
MJ’s engagement ring flashed as she wound her long brown hair into a bun. In that
Damn.
He was getting hard in a boxing ring.
“You sure you can handle me?” he asked.
“Absolutely.” She batted her lashes, licked her full lips, and hooked him in the jaw. But it was softer than the other blows, and she was laughing. “God, you’re bad at this.”
He pushed into her with his body, pinning her against the ropes. “But I’m really good at other things.”
Her pretty eyes widened. “Really? Like what things?”
He dropped his mouth closer to her ear. “How ‘bout we get out of here so I can show you?”
Chapter Eight
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” MJ’s question lifted above the sound of shower spray and Jillian singing some god-awful song about “getting busy with good booty.”
Tanya should’ve known what happened in the ring would lead to questions, but
damn
. That man so close had her brain short-circuiting. Big and bold. Sweaty and sexy. And giving it back to her as good as she’d given it to him. She could only imagine the sex.
Her soapy hands froze inches from her breasts. “I know what I’m doing,” she said. “As long as I keep a healthy dose of skepticism and expect him to leave without staying in touch after he goes, then it’s all good. I’m prepared. And it’s no different than a one-night stand.”
Jillian stopped singing. “So you’re only going to do it once?
Boo!
What a waste.”
Tanya was so obsessed with Cam now that they’d gone a few rounds in the ring, she had to agree. “Fine, one-month stand. No strings. No messy feelings. Just some fun and then we walk away. I’m going to call the shots every step of the way.”
The pipes in the stall beside her squealed until the water was silenced.
“You better make sure he’s clear on those terms,” MJ said.
Tanya listened to the metal rings scrape the rod and imagined MJ stepping out of the shower with concern twisting her face. She was a good friend. Protective. Tanya felt the same way about her. That was why she hadn’t been overly excited about MJ getting serious with Tag.
Girl, what’s wrong with the booty call?
she’d asked.
But MJ had wanted more, and Tanya wanted her to be happy, so she’d accepted it. That’s what this was now wasn’t it? MJ accepting it.
Tanya poked her head around the plastic curtain. “Hey!”
MJ looked at her.
“I get you. I see what you’re saying. I’ll be careful. I promise.” And then she puckered up and blew her a kiss. “Thanks for having my back.”
“I have your back too,” Jillian said.
“Yeah, to push it right into trouble.” Tanya laughed and ducked beneath the warm spray.
“No, not trouble—fun! You can’t tell me you wouldn’t be grateful if I dragged that fine hunk of man in here and shoved him into the shower with you. I’d even guard the locker room door while you got busy, because I have your back. See?”
Oh, she saw. Her hands dropped over her curves, and her nipples hardened.
That
would be a shower to remember.
More squealing from the stall on her opposite side until the water silenced. “Do you want me to go get him?” Jillian asked.
“No.” She laughed. “This isn’t high school. I know how to arrange my own booty calls, thank you.” She killed the water, wrapped a towel around her, and pushed the curtain aside.
Jillian sucked in an exaggerated breath and held her hands to her heart. “So proud. My baby’s all grown up.” Then she turned to MJ and tossed her a cocky grin. “You know, she learned that from me.” Back to singing that stupid song …
getting busy with good booty.
She held onto her towel as she grooved toward the wall of mirrors, her tattoo of a murderous Cinderella strangling her Prince Charming prominently on display. “Happily ever after” was boring according to Jillian.
Tanya just didn’t think happily ever after existed.
MJ’s engagement ring flashed as she wound her long brown hair into a bun. In that
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