Page 15 of Regards, Mia

And I would do it all over again in exactly the same way. I have no regrets about my jail time. I’m the man I am today because of my sentence.

My only regret is the one right in front of me. A pint-sized moral crusader with a body built for sin.

“They let you in here wearing that?” I ask, letting my eyes linger on her chest. “That T-shirt is quite the distraction.”

Her blue eyes fire beams of ice at me. “That’s your problem. Not mine.”

I take my position in the cubicle next to her, vowing not to look at her.

“Care to make a little wager?” she asks.

I make sure my gun is pointed at the targets and unzip my bag. “What did you have in mind?”

She replaces her target and presses the button to send it down the lane. “Best of three rounds?”

My inner competitor can’t resist a challenge. “What’s the prize?”

“Winner’s choice,” she says.

I pin a target, thinking of the prize I’d like most: her. My mouth waters at the thought of her submitting to me. “You’ve never seen me shoot,” I say, thinking she has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.

“You’ve never seen me shoot.” She levels me with a confident stare.

My competitive spirit overrules my practical side. “I’ll take that bet.”

“Want to go first?”

“Sure.” I load my gun and take my stance. Mia makes a little noise that sounds like a laugh and a moan rolled into one. It sets me blood on fire.

“You look seriously hot with a gun,” she says in a low smoky voice.

I glance over and see her running her finger over the v of her neckline. Jesus. She’s trying to kill me with those curves. I focus on the target, take aim, and only miss one shot.

“Not bad,” Mia says.

She spreads her feet and brings her arms up, holding the gun with a two-handed grip that makes my dick strain against my jeans. She fires off her shots, smiling as she pushes the button to bring back the paper target. “Looks like that one goes to me,” she says.

“Not so fast.” I fire off a perfect round, debating on whether I will ask for a blow job or an apology. Maybe both. I like the thought of her on her knees begging me for forgiveness. “You’re up.”

Mia shoots perfectly, then tosses me an unapologetic smile.

She’s playing me.

Two can play games, though. I focus all my thoughts on the target and fire my gun. I don’t miss.

Take that, little hustler.

“You’re not bad,” she says. “But I’m better.”

I place my unloaded gun on the bench and step into her cubicle.

Her chin jerks up, making her blonde hair swing against her shoulders. “You can’t be in here.”

“You distracted me on my first round.” I step close enough to catch the subtle scent of her shampoo. “It’s only fair I do the same to you.”

“You…” She pushes against my chest, her eyes going wide when I don’t budge an inch.

“Just keeping things even,” I say. “If you can shoot perfectly during a distraction, I’ll give you…” I drop my eyes to her mouth, then further down her body. Her nipples stand out against the cotton of her tight-fitting T-shirt, telling me everything I need to know. “Whatever you want.”

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