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I he had trouble with He was still iainst the tile wall of his shoith her legs spread and her body soft and wet It’s exactly what he’d been thinking about thiswhen he spotted her out of the corner of his eye as he ashing his hair She’d been so distracted? enthralled? horny? that she hadn’t even realized he’d known she was there He’d just o all the way, but when it came to Clover he seemed to lose all control—and sense
Just as his dick was starting to get really into it again, Sawyer’s fake fiancée jerked to a stop “Like this” She gestured toward a rusty ood day it had seen was at least five decades ago “This is perfect It could be a bar cart or an entry table or a breakfast trolley”
He ran his thumb across one of the handles and white paint crumbled into dust “Or in the landfill”
Sawyer started forward, but Clover pulled her hand from his and didn’t move an inch She stood beside the cart, her hands planted on her round hips and a challenging fire burning in her brown eyes
“Oh really?” Clover got a look on her face that anyone with half a brain would know meant trouble Her full mouth, a cherry red today, curled into a predatory smile that seemed both out of place and a perfect fit for her pixie face “You don’t think this can be brought back and re fabulous?”
He barely glanced back at the cart Sootten about—especially when the woman in front of him was so ain in order to give his answer
“No”
“I pick it,” she practically sang out
“What are you talking about?”
“You lost last night Remember?”
The only thing he recalled froood she’d felt underneath him “No”
“The show,” she said, pacing her words as if he was drunk “I picked the winner Now you have to get the cart We’re going to refinish it together, just like a good little fake couple should”
Crossing back to the rickety cart, he lifted the paper price tag tied with a ribbon around the push handle “A hundred bucks?”
“Don’t tell otiation Just because I’ve kicked your ass in that arena several times already doesn’t mean you can’t be…
competent”