Page 82 of Irresistibly Risky

“I like that you’re determined.”

“Determined is my middle name. Along with hot cock.”

She chokes out a noise. “Asher Determined Hot Cock Reyes?”

“At your service, Doctor.”

She giggles, and I’m not sure I’ve ever heard her laugh this much.

“I don’t suppose I can talk you into having dinner out with me?”

She sits back up, and I force myself to do the same, even though every muscle in my body is screaming at me.

“Nope. Not gonna happen. Considering the paparazzi have been living outside your building hoping to catch you with a woman or get a soundbite about your shoulder, I’m all set.”

“That’s been a bit of a bitch. Okay. Quiet dinner at home. With candles. And no clothes. Maybe a naked movie too.”

“A naked candle-lit dinner and a movie?” She raises an eyebrow.

“What?” I feign innocence. “Isn’t that how you do them?”

“I suppose it is tonight.”

“Damn straight.”

“After you shower.”

“After I shower,” I agree. “Help me up?” I bat my eyelashes at her, and she rolls her pretty green eyes at me but does it anyway, and when we're both upright, I take her into my arms and kiss her because I have to kiss her until we’re both breathless. I have to kiss her so she knows it’s real, but also so I do too.

I have my first real girlfriend since… I don’t know. Maybe ever. None of those other girls count when I think about them versus her. The stakes are high. The risk is extreme. I might end up indicted for murder after I kill my coach, but the jury will let me off once they know the story and I smile at them a few times.

I don’t dwell on the negative. I focus on what I have control over and let fate drive the rest. But since my shoulder injury and my position on the team became uncertain and Wynter walked back into my life with a child I knew nothing about, I feel as though things are spinning too fast on a trajectory I can’t direct. I have too many balls up in the air, and at any moment, one could be intercepted, and this will all fall apart on me.

As I drive home, keeping Wynter in front of me because I hate her driving that goddamn car, I can’t stop thinking… just let me hold onto this for as long as I can.

23

Somehow, I beat Asher back to the condo, but after I enter the apartment, I get a text from him.

Asher: Meet me on the roof.

A surge of jitters shoots through me as I immediately get in the shower. Only five minutes later, when I’m putting a razor to my leg, the glass door opens, and in walks a naked Asher.

“I said to meet me on the roof.”

“And I had to shave my legs,” I sharply retort.

“That’s not nearly as fun as naked swimming.”

I glance over my shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow and catching him staring at my ass. Considering I have one foot propped up on the bench, I’m giving him an unholy view he’s taking full advantage of. “What’s it with you and naked events?”

He grins devilishly when he realizes I caught him. His hands go to my hips, his thumbs dragging along my wet skin. “You’re the Olympian. I’m merely following in your predecessor's footsteps.”

“Are you sending out a tribute to Zeus or me?” I quip.

“Both.” He wraps his arm around me, pulling me upright. “Come up on the roof with me. I ordered food, and we can pull up a movie on one of the televisions, and then swim under the stars.”

My head falls to his chest. “You’re good at this.”

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