Page 83 of The Break Down

I snort. “I’m more the athletic shorts type, anyway.”

Koa raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” I echo. “I don’t like billionaire businessmen.”

I step closer to him.

His mouth is twitching.

Like he’s fighting a smile.

“What do you like, then Miss Adamo?”

Closer. I raise my hands to his sweat streaked chest, and I moan at how hot he feels beneath my fingers.

“Big, broody rugby players with too many tattoos and an emotionally repressed love language.”

Then he grins, and my heart melts.

“Lucky me.”

He takes another step forward and runs the backs of his fingers along my jaw.

“I want you,” he murmurs. “All the time. With me. Here. Together. In this. Not just as some secret in the background. But officially. Out loud. All in.”

I arch a brow. “All in, huh? So, you’re saying I should take the job?”

“All in. Every goddamn inch. And yeah, Red, take the job.”

My gaze drops.

To his impossible to ignore hard cock tenting his shorts.

Thank fuck.

Koa has definitely got a few inches ready for negotiation.

“Not so fast,” I say, smirking. “If you think you’re getting to second base, you desperately need a shower.”

He grins. “I thought you liked me dirty?”

“I do, but last time we made love after practice I had turf stuck in some pretty unseemly places.”

“Ha! Okay, I’ll shower. But only if you come with me.”

My mouth goes dry.

“Sure, I mean, for the sake of water conservation, obviously.”

“Of course.” He hooks an arm around my waist and lifts me clean off the ground. “Eco-warriors, you and me.”

A few minutes later.

The water is running.

Hot. Clear. The perfect pressure.

Koa has got me pressed up against the cool tile wall, steam curling around us, his lips on my neck, hands everywhere.

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