by Max Monroe
And just like that, in a room full of professional athletes who were actually my patients, Wes dipped me back and kissed me soundly on the mouth.
“I agree with Bailey, you know,” he whispered against my lips. “Orgasms look good on you.”
I ignored the obnoxious wolf whistles in the room and stared back at my perfect match with a smile on my lips. “Big white bed in twenty minutes?” I asked.
His mouth stretched into an amused grin, and he whispered into my ear, “If you promise to be naked and stretched out waiting for me, I don’t give a good goddamn what color the bed is.”
“Consider it a deal, Lancaster,” I said and silently thanked the universe that Melinda was able to make this trip and keep Lexi occupied with snorkeling this afternoon.
He steadied me on my feet and turned me toward the door. His hand looked ready to pat my ass with a quiet tap, but in the end, he thought better of it. The kiss in front of all the players had been mostly romantic. A smack on the ass bordered on demeaning. Instead, he settled for words and a look so goddamn hot, I started to sweat. “Get that little ass upstairs, Fred, and get ready.”
Get ready? Hell, I had been ready.
And more than that, I’d always be ready for anything Wes had to give.
Like I said, I had the best fucking life.
THE END
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