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I smirk. “Imagine how much you’ll like it when I finally catch you.” The promise stirs my cock again.
Cutely, her eyes sharpen. “Five-minute head start.”
“Run beside me.”
“One block behind me.”
This woman is so stubborn; if I told her not to run through fire, she’d dance in it to defy me. Fuck, I love it about her. It takes a willful woman to be my queen.
“Half a block.” I arch a brow. “Deal or no deal.”
“Um,” she eyes my rising erection, “your dick is making deals you can’t keep.”
“Ten.” I smile. “Nine. Eight…”
“Eeek!”
I make her squeal, running out of my bedroom.
Of course, Sparky’s on the pussy team. She jumps down from my bed and waddles behind her.
Quickly, I dress in running shorts, socks, sneakers, and a T-shirt. Because sure enough, Ruby’s racing out of her bedroom, dressed to run, and dashing down the stairs three minutes later.
“Oh, it’s fucking on, Wildfire.” I chase behind her.
“You’re supposed to give me a head start.”
“Oh, one of my heads isveryready to start with you.”
She laughs, and I’m relieved, but I note how she’s not as fast this morning. Her usual run is an easy jog. Half of me is terrified that she’ll collapse, that she’s still too weak. And half of me is impressed because she’s a fighter.
“Nice ass,” I taunt, chasing only a half-block behind her.
She glances back, winking. “Nice hard-on.”
This goddamn thing.
It loves chasing her. It loves how she races back to my house and slams the front door in my face before charging upstairs and locking herself in her bedroom.
I’m seconds behind and banging on her door. “Come out, Little Red Riding Hood. You afraid of this wolf?”
In a whirl, her door swings open. “You afraid to admit I’m right? You’re sweet to care. Thank you. But I know my body. Deal?”
Fuck me, when she’s all sweaty like that. “Deal.” I step herway. My dick’s rock-hard for her. “Now, letmeget to know your body and?—”
She slams the door in my face, making a laugh erupt from my throat.
“Are you playing hard to get?”
“Look down.” I do. “You’re the hard one.”
She’s right. Other women throw themselves at me. They’re not a challenge. Of course, I fall for a goddamn Olympic challenge who gives me a gold-medal dick.
And bring it on.
“Alright then, Wildfire.” I talk to her door. “Get dressed. We’re going to a property closing in ninety minutes.”
“I thought we can’t go back to your office?”