Page 17 of Personal Foul

“Or I could take myself.” I smirk, making him laugh.

“Touché.”

Garrett sits on the couch, one arm over the back, legs spread. He rests his other arm on the armrest and rubs his bottom lip.

Why is that so sexy?

“Come sit,” he rasps.

“I don’t have time for a relationship,” I blurt out.

“No?”

“No. I work too much and travel all the time. When I’m not working, my family comes first. You probably want a woman who will be in the stands at every opportunity and that won’t be me.”

“So what do you propose we do about this?”

“Friends with benefits?” I offer.

Garrett stares at me for a moment. “Okay.”

“Okay? That easy?”

Garrett stands up, walking towards me. Once to me, he pulls me into him, weaving one hand into my hair and griping my hip with the other. “Make no mistake, I want you, Reagan. I’ll wear you down.” He ghosts his lips over my jaw. “Slowly but surely I’ll convince you that you want me as much as I want you.” His lips are so close to mine. “The question is, are you willing to keep an open mind as to where this will go?”

“Fuck it,” I mutter under my breath, closing the gap between us and kissing him. He lets me lead for a split second before taking over. The kiss is all-consuming. I gasp when he pulls my head back, kneading my ass. His tongue dueling with mine. “More,” I demand.

Garrett slowly bites my lip before letting go, stepping back from me. “No.”

“No?” I repeat, not quite understanding what he’s saying.

“I would love nothing more than to strip you bare and take you right here and right now, but like I already said, Reagan, I’m playing for keeps.”

“So you’re holding out on me?” I ask harshly, still trying to catch my breath.

“For now. Don’t worry,mi reina, you’ll get the goods.” He rubs his lip, fire still in his eyes.

“God, you’re a dick!” I growl.

“A dick you want.” He smirks. He holds out his hand. “Come onmi reina, it’s late, you should probably head home.”

I look at my watch and see it’s already after nine. “You’re right. We both have to work tomorrow.”

We walk into the entry and I pick up my purse from the table before turning back to Garrett. “Thank you for dinner.”

“Anytime.”

I lick my lips, stepping into Garrett, pulling his head down and kissing him. He backs me into the door, caging me in with his body. Who knows how long he kisses me before backing away.

“You’ll be the death of me,mi reina.”

“All is fair in love and war, and this is war,” I tease.

“Nah, this won’t be war, this will be love.” Garrett winks. “See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

Chapter 5

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