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Black leggings clad her long, shapely legs. Courtney is a good average height, but her legs are long and her thighs are fucking juicy, just like her ass. She’s shelved and racked and fuck me , she’s coming down the stairs faster than I can turn the audiobook off.

“Fuck.” Fuck. Fuck…

The door yanks open just as I stop mid-fuck. In the book and verbally. Before I can sit up and act normal, she’s sliding into my front seat. Hugging my puppy to her chest and kissing his face.

I can’t take my eyes away from her. Not even when her stare lifts to mine and narrows. My pulse goes berserk under her scrutiny.

“What? Was I not meant to get in?”

“No,” I say too quickly, only to correct myself with a groan. “I mean, yes. I’m driving you to work.”

Her gaze narrows some more.

“Are you sure?” I nod and she asks, “You’re not one of those weirdos that sits outside a girl’s apartment and rubs one off?—”

“No,” I retort before she can finish only for the voice in my head to kindly point out that… I’ve done worse.

I’ve hacked into the doggie cams in her place and beat one out while I listened to her get herself off while thinking about me.

Putting it that way, it doesn’t even sound that bad.

When Sammy settles in her lap and she notices the coffee in the cupholder, the warm muffin on the napkin folded perfectly on the dash, her brows lift. “Okay, but this is getting suspicious.”

“I was up early,” I say, shrugging it off.

Courtney gives me a knowing look. One part amused, one part skeptical.

Then—“Thanks,” she says quietly.

Her fingers brush mine as she takes the cup and smiles at it. Warmth floods my chest like a damn furnace as she inspects the tumbler and her mouth quirks up into a grin.

“I like Snow White,” she murmurs with giggle. “I read this retelling once where she slams the prince gets with the dwarves. It was sensationally eye opening.”

My jaw drops at the story she’s describing .

“What?” The innocent tone does nothing to dull the mischief and heat in her eyes.

“Seven guys…”

“Only one girl,” she annunciates.

“Holy shit.”

“Yup, I’m still confused how on God’s green earth that girl could walk afterwards.”

Silence. That’s all I got right now.

Courtney side-eyes me, plucking the muffin from the dash and picking the top crust off. “Mmm… this is delicious.”

I nod. Still not got any words for her because now I’m wondering if she’s fantasized about multiple dicks. I don’t know if I like it. I want my dick?—

“You know, if you keep baking me breakfast, I’m going to have to start working out more.”

“What? Why? You’re…” I gesture at her because I’m not sure what is acceptable to say.

Definitely not that I like her curves and can’t stop thinking about when I grabbed her hips at the pet store yesterday.

Definitely not okay to tell her that she’s got the perfect ass to slam from behind… spank and grab and?—

“I’m…?”

“Perfect. The way you are, Court… it’s perfect. Pretty.”

The flush on her cheeks from the multiple dicks conversation deepens and I grip the steering wheel so I don’t stroke my hand over her cheek. I want to. So damn bad that my fingers are buzzing.

“How do you know I baked the muffin?” I ask, changing the conversation.

“Well, the cake tastes as good as yesterday and you added mango and banana like you said your granny did.” Fuck, my chest does some crazy swooping shit that I think I might need Doc to take a look at later. “And where you added the fruit, the moisture has left the middle a little… raw .”

“Fuck. I’m sorry.”

Courtney snatches back the muffin I try to take from her. “What are you doing? It’s only a little bit of batter… like licking the bowl, right? Didn’t you do that when you were little?”

“I guess.”

“Same thing, Masterchef.”

“I don’t want you to get sick…”

Courtney ignores me, taking a big-ass bite of the muffin and followed by a sip of her coffee. Next thing I know, she’s connecting her bluetooth to the car and taking control of the music.

“Hope you weren’t planning on subjecting me to your nineties pop again,” is her only haughty remark before she starts scrolling through her music app… distracted.

I make my move. Taking my shot at making sure she’s carrying me on her all day.

Reaching back, I grab the aftershave I left at the top of my kitbag. I pop the lid on the black bottle and spray once on my neck.

Then again. In the air between us.

Courtney doesn’t miss a beat. “Oh my God, Broussard, now I’m going to smell like you all day.”

That’s the plan, Princess. I grin. “Good.”

Courtney doesn’t look away. Not until the song starts— Bed Chem.

Is she trying to kill me?

I focus on getting us on the road as she goes from humming along to the verse to singing the chorus barely above a whisper.

But it fucking wrecks me like she’s singing it at the top of her lungs.

Her thigh brushes the edge of the armrest when she crosses her legs up on the seat, and all I can think about is last night. That soft gasp. Her breath catching on my name.

I want to reach over. Slide my hand between her thighs. Feel how wet she is right now.

But I don’t. I can’t.

Instead, I grip the steering wheel tighter and pretend I’m not the most fucked-up guy in LA right now.

Courtney breathes out a hoarse breath, stroking her fingers down Sammy’s silky coat as she says, “He likes riding in your car.”

“He’s got good taste.”

I don’t mean to look at where he’s now fully nestled between her thighs. I don’t mean to scowl at my happy puppy like he’s shitting on my dreams. But I do, because he’s exactly where I want to be. Between her sexy as hell legs.

“Want me to keep him safe for you until we go home later?” Courtney offers.

The word flips my stomach over.

Home.

She said it like it included me, and I can only nod my agreement as we reach the training facility and I park in the corner away from my usual spot so she can get out of the car without stirring the rumor mill .

It doesn’t work because the instant she jumps out with Samson in her arms, Matheo and Jayden spot her from across the lot where they’re talking to Eli.

Court has barely disappeared inside ahead of me when Jayden whistles. “Mornin’, lover boy.”

Matheo glares at me. “Tell me you’re not fucking Coach’s daughter. Please. I’m begging.”

“Shut it,” I mutter, pushing through the door and allowing it to slam into Matheo.

Jayden grins. “We had our theories, but damn —bringing her to work? That’s bold.”

Eli doesn’t say a word. Just watches. Quiet. Sharp. Like he sees everything. Then with a laugh at Jayden’s dorky ass shenanigans, he disappears into the locker room with Jayden quick on his heels.

Not Matheo, though. He pulls me back into the hallway as I’m walking in.

“For real. What’s going on, Bruce? Are you about to fuck our season before it’s started? Girl’s cradling your puppy…” Matheo groans. “That’s third-base commitment, minimum.”

I don’t respond.

I just walk off, into the locker room.

But in my head?

The word home shines like a promise.

And I know—I'm a goner for her. Whatever the consequences, I’m lost.

And I don’t want to be found.