Page 84 of Pucked Up and Married (Las Vegas Angels 4)

“I have a different kind of workout in mind.” Trey’s eyes took all of me in, and I felt a deep clench inside me.

Yeah.

It would be so, so easy to give in to him.

His hair was still damp from a shower, and all he’d thrown on after was a pair of sweats.

“I have to workout, then somehow talk my dad into a treatment center. My day’s pretty much set.”

His eyes stayed fixed on my chest. “I like my idea better.”

Yeah.

So did I.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

“Go eat. I’ve only got one more night here, and lots of work left to do.” My finger aimed for the on button, but Trey intercepted.

“At least give me a kiss, first,” he said in an authoritarian tone—that made my lower belly melt. He held my wrist in his hand so firmly, that I nearly swooned.

“I don’t have time, Trey.” I swallowed as my mouth watered. I could smell his fresh, clean piney scent, and I wanted nothing more than to jump him right here, right now.

“One kiss.” Then, he pulled me down off the treadmill, until I bumped into his body. His mouth landed on mine—and I did nothing at all to stop it.

I wanted to kiss him.

I wanted to feel his muscular, hot body under my hands.

My hands slid to his shoulders, and I sighed into his mouth when he deepened our kiss.

He tasted minty and delicious. His tongue danced with mine in the most sensual, asking manner.

And I knew exactly what he was asking for.

If I let this kiss continue—I’d end up giving it to him.

“I have to work out,” I murmured very unconvincingly.

“After I’m done kissing you,” he said with a wicked, sexy grin on his face.

I placed my hands on his cheeks and kissed him one more time. “I’m serious.”

His hands cupped my ass, and he lifted me up. I felt his hardness through his sweats. “I’m fuckin’ serious, too. Come downstairs and you can finish your workout there. I’ll let you be on top so you can get your cardio and leg day in.”

Against my will, I smiled at him. “Trey, I have to workout.”

He let out a loud huff and set me down. “Fine, but I’m searching you out when it’s shower time.” He wandered away, but called back, “I know you’re looking at my great ass.”

And, of course, he was one hundred percent correct.

“I’m not fuckin’going back there. I’ve already told you that a thousand times, Jesus.”

Yep.

At least a thousand.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to ask a thousand and one, though.

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