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“Bye, Greer. Hot outfit, by the way. The matching toenail polish is a nice touch!”

I fought my amused smile as I shut the door on Adrian’s flowing laughter, and as expected, when I turned, I found that Adrian’s departure hadn’t erased Rafael’s confrontational posture.

“You can quit with the folded arms and glacial glare now.”

“Please tell me he’s gay.”

Raf’s defensiveness was comical. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but he’s not gay.”

His index finger flicked in my direction. “So, you were going to wear that, and he was wearing that?”

I snorted. “I sure as hell wasn’t going to wear anythingless.”

“This is too fucking sexy for working out, Greer, especially with him.”

Mimicking his unjust stance by folding my arms and glaring, I arched my brows so high it hurt.

“Ex-ca-useme? You don’t get to decide what I wear, how I wear it, or whom I wear it with. And most definitelynotin my own home.”

Darkness clouded his expression further and his jaw ticked rhythmically. “I didn’t come here to fight.”

I threw my arms wide and huffed, giving him an overallwell, what the fuck?vibe.

His eyes dropped to canvas the curves and contours of my body, and his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. “I ah, I guess I got a little jealous,” he muttered.

I rolled my eyes. “The night before last we went exclusive. What in your right mind thinks I’m suddenly going to start fucking my workout buddy for the first time ever?”

A sheepish look softened Raf’s features, and he ran his hand over his short hair. “Fuck, I dunno. I guess I wasn’t thinkin’ straight. But in my defense, what you’re wearing leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“Workout gear never does.”

He stepped closer, still running his gaze over me as if it was his first time looking.

“Light pink looks good on you, baby girl; makes your skin look darker, your eyes brighter… Mouth more fuckable.”

I laughed in his face. “The color of clothing does not affect the fuckablility of one's mouth.”

The rising heat in Rafael’s gaze created a rush of need pooling between my legs, and his lowered voice added to the weight. “I can assure you that it absolutely does.”

How his sexual energy fluctuated astounded me. Him calling me Boss Lady filled me with a sense of power, mamacita flooded me with unignorable desire, and baby girl straight-up made me melt.

“Actually, you’re right,” I murmured huskily.

Raf cocked an eyebrow in question.

“About clothes affecting one’s fuckablility.”

“Mm?”

“Well…” I trailed a forefinger down his chest until it hooked into the waistband of his jeans. “I become extremely easy around men wearing dark-gray jeans and tight, black crew-necks. More so when they’ve got tattoos and know how to pleasure a woman just right.”

Recklessness ached beneath my leggings, and the provocativeness radiating off Raf was too powerful to ignore. It had me jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist without a single word exchanged.

“Let’s put that theory to the test, shall we?” he rumbled between stolen kisses.

“I dare you to.”

His strangled growl had me giggling as he carried me to the only bedroom in the condo—mine. There, he gave me a workout that was equally as intense, and far,farmore satisfying than any at-home cardio session.

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