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I punch his taut abs, and he emits the obligatory grunt. “If that’s what you believe, then you better keep working out so my eyes don’t stray.” As if.

“Guess I always have my voice to fall back on.” He winks. “And my huge cock.”

“Oh yes, that’s your number one selling point.” At his triumphant grin, I add, “Asshat.”

He rears back. “Hey! I was simply stating a fact. No need to get all personal on me.” He advances. “Besides, I didn’t hear any complaining last night. Or this morning.” His hands land on my butt and he pulls me to him. In my ear, he whispers, “I could take you right here to remind you of how big it is. Give everyone a show.”

I can’t help but burst out laughing. “Add tremendous ego to your list.” Reality rears her ugly head, and I step back from my patient. “This is inappropriate behavior between a therapist and her patient, Mr. Hardy.” Several sets of eyes enjoy our antics. I shake my head and instruct him to begin his exercises.

The hour passes quickly. He’s mastered most of the exercises with the exception of the skater leaps, at which he’s still tentative. Given how far he’s come, I’ve added a couple new items to his routine. After all, he thrives on challenge.

In and out of the bedroom.

I wonder how I can use this fact to get him to warm up to the rest of the band?

When we’re finished with therapy, he walks over to a decked-out complicated machine with weights and cables. At my prompting, he sits and works out his upper body, wearing a happy expression. Which is mirrored by my own—and those of the females in the gym—especially after he tosses his shirtonto the floor.

He’s all mine, ladies.

I decide to do some research into Graceland so we can get the most out of our experience, even though Luke’s arranging for us to have a private tour tonight, after the mansion’s “closed.” Being a rock star has its perks.

Bennett stands and slings his shirt over his glistening shoulder. All eyes track him moving to the water cooler. Before I can get there, however, three gym bunnies surround him. I decide to hang back and watch their interaction.

The brazen women touch his body as if they have a right to do so. My man ducks and weaves like a pro boxer, all the while giving them the proper fan attention.

A lady in a body-hugging, bright blue jumpsuit exclaims, “I loved your movie!”

“I think you stole the show,” a blonde-headed, big-boobed one in black says, trying to rub against his chest.

“So happy UC is back,” another adds—this one in pink. “We have tickets for your show tomorrow.”

An unfamiliar emotion swells. Jealousy. Guess I better get used to Bennett’s receiving this sort of treatment. Darren had women coming on to him a lot, but I wasn’t around much to see it. When I was, he made it obvious we were together. Should I go up to him now? I glance down at my attire and then over to the gym bodies on display around him, and decide to hang back. How is he going to handle this?

“I’m excited you’ll be at the show,” Bennett replies. “I’ll make sure to reference meeting you at the gym today.” The girls swoon. “Stop by the ‘Will Call’ desk, and I’ll make sure you get something special.”

The one with the big boobs purrs, “Thanks so much!” She glances at her friend. “We’d love to go back with you to your room to show how appreciative we are.”

My eyebrows fly to my hairline.

Bennett chuckles.My man.“Ladies, thanks for theoffer, but I’m in a relationship and I don’t think she’d approve.” He pauses. “Neither would I.”

I slink into the hallway, watching through the window as he tosses back his plastic cup of water to the sound of their grumbling. “Hope you enjoy the show.” He ambles toward me and it takes everything inside of me not to jump him.

In the hallway, he stands in front of me, arms wide open. “You’re the only woman I want to show me how appreciative you are.”

When he says stuff like this, there’s no stopping me despite the fact he just finished a workout. Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around his pumped body. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

“Alone?”

“No.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

The next thing I know, he’s picked me up and starts walking down the hallway. “Bennett, your pulled muscle.”

“Consider this another exercise.”

I don’t move for fear of disturbing his balance. While romantic and fun, I worry about the damage he could do. When we arrive at the elevators, I say, “Point proven, in a dramatic way, Rock Star. Please put me down.” When he doesn’t shift my weight in his arms, I add, “If you do, I’ll give you a blowjob in the shower.” My feet can’t hit the floor fast enough.

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