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  Typing quickly, he wrote:

  What are you wearing?

  He worked his lip as he waited for her response. When his phone dinged and a picture of her in absolutely nothing came over the phone, his body tightened as he bit down hard on his lip.

  Typing quickly, he wrote:

  I want you in my mouth. Right. Now.

  Come and get it.

  You wish.

  I’ll be waiting.

  Keeping his feelings locked up from this girl?

  Yeah, right.

  COMING OUT the studio, Reese was surprised to find Phillip in her parking lot, getting off his bike. A smile formed on her face, and her heart picked up in speed as she took him in. It had been some long nights thinking of him. To see him now set her body on fire. Of course, he looked delicious. Wearing a pair of fitted jeans and a tee, he moved with ease as he put his helmet on the back of the bike. One would think that riding a bike and wearing a tee shirt would be crazy at the end of February but, like always, Tennessee’s weather wasn’t sure if it wanted to be cold or hot. Reese swore that the weather was bipolar in this damn state.

  When Phillip looked up, his gaze meeting hers, all thoughts of the weather went out the window, as a slow, devilish grin crossed his gorgeous face. Tucking his hands in his jeans, he met her on the steps, grinning as he took her in. He was so blunt about it, slowly moving his eyes up and down her body, his tongue coming out to run over his bottom lip. She wished she would have looked better but then again, with the way he was looking at her, like she was something to eat, maybe the gym shorts and tank weren’t as bad as she thought.

  When his eyes met hers again, she smiled. “Nice bike.”

  He looked back at the bike before turning to meet her gaze. She would have liked to admire the bike but staring at him was way more fun.

  “Thanks, I’d love you take you for a ride.”

  “I bet you would,” she said suggestively.

  “I would, it could be fun,” he said with a wag of his eyebrows.

  Reese laughed as she rolled her eyes. “No doubt about that.”

  Crossing her legs, she pushed the strap of her bag back up on her shoulder as she said, “So, what are you doing here?”

  Looking at her through heavy-lidded blue eyes, he whispered, “I came to put you in my mouth, remember?”

  Jesus, if her body was on fire before, it was on the verge of exploding now. Hoping that her voice didn’t betray her by letting him know how much she wanted to be in that sexy mouth of his, she croaked out, “Unfortunately, I am walking out the door.”

  He laughed. “I see that, so turn around and walk back in.”

  She shook her head slowly, biting her lips softly, her eyes never leaving his. “I have a date.”

  His eyes narrowed, but only for a second before a careless expression came over his face. “Blow him off.”

  “I can’t blow it off, I need the workout.”

  She knew they were talking about two different things, but she sure was enjoying the way his eyes were glued to hers. How his body sang to hers and how she wanted nothing more than to get lost in his hot kisses. It was as if her body was being pulled to his as his mouth turned up into a naughty grin. Leaning towards her, his lips tickled her earlobe as he whispered, “I’ll give you one hell of a workout.”

  When he pulled back to look at her, his eyes told her he wasn’t messing around and her kitten liked that. “I’ll work you harder than he ever will.”

  Breathless, Reese smiled as she looked deep in his eyes. She had never been so captured by a man. So completely taken. Not even with Kevin had she felt that way. Her feelings for Phillip scared her and when she leaned into him, her body feeling every inch of his, feelings were thrown to the side as red-hot lust took over.

  “I have no doubt that that is true. I may very much enjoy the workout you would provide me, Phillip, but I need to go to kickboxing. You are going to make me late.”

  A wide smile replaced his carefree one as his hands came to rest of her hips.

  “Kickboxing?”

  “Yup.”

  “I thought you were going out with another guy.”

  Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she swore she saw jealously, but surely not.

  “Would that have been a problem?”

  He held her gaze, her heart picking up in speed as he leaned into her, letting her feel the long, hard length of him.

  “Nope, not at all,” he said, but she couldn’t help but think he was lying.

  Nodding, she looked down as she slowly pushed away from him. If he had said yes, she would have needed to cut him off, so she was thankful he said no. She was far from done with him, and the only thing she needed to do was ignore her own feelings and enjoy Phillip Anderson. She couldn’t let what happened last time with Kevin happen again. With one look up into Phillip’s carefree face, she knew that he didn’t want anything more than sex, and that was good. Very good. Feelings were trouble, complete and utter trouble.

  “Good, cause we are keeping things light.”

  “We are,” he agreed, squeezing her hips with his large hands.

  “Only having fun.”

  “Lots of it,” he agreed. “That’s why I’m going to go to kickboxing with you. That will be fun.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to kickbox with me?”

  “Sure, but I’ll need to ride with you. I don’t have another helmet with me. I’ll bring one next time.”

  She eyed him for a second before asking, “Ride with me?”

  “Yup, I’ll get my workout bag off the back of my bike; we can go to lunch afterwards.”

  With not another word, Phillip turned, making his way to his bike. Confused, she watched as he grabbed his things before looking up at her and motioning for her to come on. As she made her way down the stairs, she couldn’t help but think that him going to kickboxing with her, and then taking her to lunch, seemed very much like a date.

  Reaching for the handle to her car, she asked, “So, this is like a date then?”

  He looked over at her and shook his head. “No, you’re driving.”

  Her eyebrows drew together. “Because I’m driving, it’s not a date?”

  “Yup.”

  Putting her hands on her hips, she asked, “How the hell does that make sense?”

  Phillip laughed as he looked down at the top of the car before looking back up at her. “Because if this were a date, I’d wear something nice. I would have bought you flowers, and most of all, I would hire someone to drive so that my hands would never leave your body. We are having fun, Reese. Stop analyzing shit, and let’s go.”

  With that, he fell into the passenger seat while Reese mulled his words over. She was curious to know if that was thought out just for her, or if that was the way he worked. She wondered if other girls had the pleasure of being wooed by Phillip Anderson and, for some odd reason, she was jealous of the women. That only lasted a minute before she mentally slapped the hell out of herself.

  This was sex, pure sex. No flowers, no drivers needed, and no fucking wooing. No! Just nice, hot sex. If Phillip wanted to go smack a bag and then feed her, who was she to analyze it? They were having fun, and that was it. But as she got into the car, her kitten recovered from the bitch slap and informed her that date or not, she was excited to hang out with Phillip outside of the bed.

  And even her regular self agreed.

  Shit.

  Reese loved kickboxing.

  She loved beating the crap out of a bag and getting out all her frustrations about life out on the floor. She hit the bag for the spoiled kids she dealt with, and she kicked the bag for their extra asshole parents. She kicked the bag whenever she had a bad day, or when her mom annoyed her. Kickboxing was her outlet but, right now though, the only frustration she was beating out on the bag was the sexual kind. The whole way over to the gym, Phillip’s scent suffocated her. All she had wanted to do was pull over and climb into his lap. Everything he did, sh