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The kiss ignites, fierce and urgent.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me against him.

I can feel every hard muscle, the way he knows exactly how to hold me.

“God, I wasn’t gone long and yet you have no idea how much I missed this,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers into my hair, deepening the kiss.

“Me too,” I whisper against his mouth, breathless.

He trails kisses along my jawline, sending sparks down my body. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Then eat me up, you big bad wolf.” My breath hitches as his lips travel down my neck, igniting flames everywhere he touches.

“Mmm,” His voice is raw, filled with need.

I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.

He helps me peel it off, revealing toned skin adorned with tattoos.

I trace one with my fingertips, marveling at the art etched on him.

He grins, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Like what you see?”

I push him back against the wall, claiming control. “I might.”

His hands roam over my curves, exploring, savoring.

I laugh, my cheeks flushing.

He leans down, capturing my lips again, kissing me like I’m the only thing that matters.

I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him lift me effortlessly.

I cling to him, our bodies molded together, heat pooling between us.

His breath is hot against my ear, making me shiver. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Miles

I lean against the cool metal of the gym’s equipment, the faint smell of fresh rubber mats filling the air.

Song stands across from me, her red hair catching the overhead lights, framing her face like a fiery halo.

“Hey,” I say, catching her gaze. “I don’t know if I told you, but there’s an apartment over the gym.”

Her brow arches, curiosity lighting up those hazel-green eyes. “An apartment?”

“Yeah.” I push off the machine, stepping closer. “We could use it as our place if you want. Just you and me.”

She tilts her head, contemplating. The way she bites her lip drives me wild. “Sounds nice. But... what’s wrong with the clubhouse?”

“Nothing. Just thought it could be nice to have our own space.” I shrug, trying to keep it casual, but my heart races. “A little privacy.”

“Privacy, huh?” A smirk dances on her lips. “You mean your idea of romance is a place above the gym?”

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