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“Eat up, now. You’ll need your strength to keep up with me when I have you flat on your back.”

“In more ways than one,” Angie murmured under her breath.

Her under wasn’t under enough because he replied, “I was referring to Rossi again. You’ve got a one-track mind today.”

She acted as though she hadn’t heard that last bit. “I’ll keep up with you, Sarge. Never fear.”

“You didn’t fare so well in the past, if you recall.”

Her gaze arched slowly up at him. “How could I forget? I fondly remember having your balls in a vice, don’t you, sweetie? I think of that day often and have always yearned to relive it.”

“You think you can pull off that move a second time, little girl?”

“I’m only little compared to you because you’re ginormous. To everyone else, I’m above average. And I’ve learned some new moves I’ll have you know.”

“Money says I have you crying uncle in under an hour.”

“You’re so cocky. I’ll take that bet!” As she took in his confident, teasing grin along with the breadth of his massive shoulders, she swallowed hard, instantly regretting her impetuosity. But she powered through, boldly asking, “How much do I get if I win? I need to go shopping.”

“If you win, I’ll take you shopping myself. When I win, you can forget about cash and goods. I collect in services rendered. In fact, you’ll pay off your debt in the flesh...tonight.” With a self-assured expression, he tucked into his eggs.

As for Angie, the idea of servicing T in the flesh made her heart rate kick up a notch and caused moisture to gather in still tender places. Maybe, she decided, having her dominant lover as her trainer wouldn’t be all that bad. His shit-eating grin while he chewed his toast watching her told her it was going to be worse.

Chapter 23

MESMERIZED BY THE SHEERbeauty of what Jonas had created, Angie barely noticed T shift behind her or his whispered reply to the man by his side. Lexie, draped in a swath of brilliant sapphire fabric while suspended high above the crowded main floor, had her full attention. She’d seen nothing like it before.

Her friend appeared to float in midair, her back bowed sharply with both arms arced over her head and one leg bent in counterpoint, forming an incomplete circle. As limber as she appeared, Angie didn’t doubt she could have closed the ring with her body, but Jonas had finished about a quarter of it with his ropes. Fashioned like the spokes of a wheel, the ropes linked her body to a metal ring which she wouldn’t have suspected was there if T hadn’t pointed it out.

It made her feel better about her friend’s safety, as Lexie spun slowly from a suspension cable in the ceiling. Her free leg pointed downward, the end of the sapphire silk wrapped around it, lightly flapping in the breeze made by a fan far beneath her.

She looked like an ice skater in a spin at the end of a performance, who, with stunning flexibility, pulled one leg over her head. But her skate leg wasn’t touching down. Instead, she flew weightless and fluid overhead.

“Beautiful,” Angie whispered under her breath.

“Agreed.” T’s deep rumble came next to her ear. “Jonas really is a master at his craft, but his artistry kicked up a level when he found Lexie.”

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