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I let out a breath, heading over to his bag. I unzip it, andoh my god.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Colton starts making some sort of pained attempt at a laugh from behind me.

“Is this?” I ask, looking over at him with wide eyes.

“Mygo-bag? Yes it is.” He smiles, and that quirky grin is finally back.Thank god.

“It’s–” I struggle to find the words.

“Bigger?I know.” He smirks and I blink several times before quickly heading to hisotherbag. Because I need this man clothed.

Right. Fucking. Now.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

LEENA

It was one thing to see Colton naked on stage. He was performing, and he was far, far away from me.

Helping him into a pair of basketball shorts and a clean T-shirt just now? That was a whole different story.

A very long, very toned, story.

And now, I’m acutely aware that I’m being awkward as fuck around him. I lean over, looking anywhere but at the smirk on his face, gently buckling him into hisharnessseatbelt.

I’m blushing, I’m sure of it.

Apparently, he notices. “You like strapping me in, boss lady?” he teases.

“Stop,” I say.

“Does it… remind you of anything?Ow!”he exclaims with a chuckle when I maybe tighten it a little too tight. He smiles wide and I ignore him, strapping myself into my own chair without looking at him again.

I expect him to keep teasing me, but he doesn’t, which is strange. He doesn’t usually give up this easily. Something about his mood suddenly shifts, leaving him quiet. But I can’t think about that right now. I’m busy glaring at the instrument panel in an attempt to keep my face expressionless.

Was I picturing him in a different harness just now?Yes, I was.

Are the images of seeing him naked on stage, along with just now in the back seat of the chopper, seared into my brain for all eternity?Absolutely.

And did my teasing him earlier help the situation?No. No, it did not.

Why did I do that?

Because you wanted to touch him.

Because you’re allowed to touch him, and he doesn’t know.

Should I tell him?Definitely not. Being stuck with the man my guys say I have a“crush”on and stitching up a wound that was in the general vicinity of his dick was awkward enough. I just have to keep my distance from him until we meet up with the team. I have to stop thinking about him like this. I cannot possibly have fallen for this man. The guys are wrong, we’re just friends. He’s just my employee… an employee who brings me coffee in the mornings. The person who I can tell anything to, and who opens up to me–

Stop.

If I spend any more time thinking about how soft his skin is, how his muscles felt under my fingertips, or how I just watched him give a woman multiple orgasms on stage last night–

Fuck!

I wonder how many times he could make me…

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