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He wasn t sure how much time had passed, but before the movie ended Lucie s breathing had
become deep and even with sleep. Grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch he tucked it
around her and settled into the corner more to get comfortable.
Sweet dreams, Lu. He kissed the top of her hair and didn t even remember closing his eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
Reid sank into the overstuffed couch cushions, turning sideways to stretch out his legs and lean back
against the pillows he d shoved against the side. He d just finished showering after a long fucking day
and all he wanted to do was lie there and drink the one ice-cold beer he was allowing himself for the
night.
Another week had gone by since his relaxing movie night with Lucie, but instead of the fun and
games they d had time for the previous week, the last seven days had been more stressful than
anything. When they weren t working on his shoulder and training, he d been at publicity junkets, and
Lucie was getting called into work to help out with special-needs cases.
The only bright spots were the quickies they somehow found time for. But where they lacked in
duration, the sessions more than made up for in passion. Any time he and Lucie got hot and heavy, it
was like a chemical reaction ending with an inevitable explosion that rocked them to their cores.
During one such occasion they realized they were out of condoms, prompting a frank albeit
hurried discussion about protection. Since they both had clean bills of health and Lucie had gotten a
form of birth control implanted in her arm at her ex s request that lasted several years, they decided to
forgo the latex for the duration of their time together.
The memory of sinking into her that first time with nothing between them made his balls ache. Her
slick heat had set him ablaze, igniting every cell in his body as her channel milked his bare cock until
he d spilled himself deep inside her. It had taken them longer than usual to come down from that
lovemaking, but when they did, his elation had shone in her eyes too.
Unfortunately, their daytime interludes were the only ones they d had all week. By the time either
of them got home at night they had just enough energy to shower and fall into bed.
Reid had a suspicion that Mann had asked her to come in just so he could see Lucie. Maybe he
wanted to see if her transformation extended beyond the one night at the restaurant. Maybe he just
wanted an excuse to see her and flash his girlie dimples at her, who the fuck knew.
What he did know, was that he d been unable to do anything about it. Once the UFC found out from
Butch that Reid was up in Reno getting special training and therapy for his injury, they d set up press
conferences and publicity signings, and he d had no option but to do them. It was part of his contract.
It d been damn hard to focus, though, knowing that while he was answering the same questions he d
answered dozens of times, Lucie was being ogled by that surgeon. Maybe even groped if he d had the
chance. Shit, he hadn t thought of that before. Had Mann kissed her already? Then again, it didn t
really matter. She was getting ready to leave on a date with the guy even as he lay there, so she was as
good as kissed by the end of the night.
Reid s hand tightened on the beer bottle and his jaw clenched.
A bang and clatter came from the bathroom down the hallway. Shit!
He turned his head in the direction of the commotion. Everything okay in there?
Yeah, she said dejectedly. I just knocked my knee on the vanity and put a run in my pantyhose,
and it s my only pair.
You want me to run you to the drugstore down the street? Then maybe he d accidentally take a
wrong turn on the way back making her late and Mann would think she stood him up and lose interest
due to his fragile ego.
No, that s okay, there s no time. I ll just go without.
Go without? The guy would have access to her bare legs. All it would take is a brush of his hand
under the table linen and he d be able to do all sorts of creative things even though they were in
public. He d know; he d done it plenty of times when he got bored during required dinners with the
upper echelon of the fighting world.
Why don t you just wear a pantsuit?
He heard the clacking of heels on the wooden floor and then she rounded the corner where he could
see her. Immediately his mouth began to salivate like the ripest strawberry he d ever seen dangled
right in front of his face. That s what she reminded him of.
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