Page 92 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

Sienna pulled a mat out from the corner and unrolled it. “We’re not done. Abs.”

“We can work out upstairs in my apartment.” He glanced at the clock. He had to meet Chase for lunch in fifty-seven minutes. “High intensity too. Like last time.”

“Who told you that was high intensity?”

“Ouch.” Beau rubbed his chest, feigning hurt. “But funny enough, the noises that come out of your mouth didn’t sound like complaining.” He leaned against the wall. “What if I wear my tights?”

She laughed. “Would you shut up and hand me that?” Pointing to a medicine ball, Sienna lay down, waiting for Beau to drop it to her.

“Keep your neck straight,” he told her, catching her toss as she did sit-ups on the mat.

Sienna groaned after tossing him the ball, collapsing on the mat.

“Need a break?”

She shook her head, lifting the heavy ball. “No.”

“You’re not training for the season,” Beau reminded her. “Not sure why you feel the need to push yourself so hard.”

She huffed. “I’m tired of being soft.”

Beau caught the ball and stared down at her, the swell of her hips covered in leggings amplified against the red mat. Sienna squirmed awkwardly, tugging the tank top she wore to hide her stomach. Beau dropped the ball at his side and bent, crawling over her.

“If soft is wrong,” he said, pushing up her shirt to kiss the span of her stomach, smiling against her skin. “I’ll never be right again. Ever.” Sienna giggled when Beau swirled his tongue around her belly button. He lifted his head. “You don’t know how beautiful you are, do you? It doesn’t surprise me. You didn’t back then.”

“I know I wasdifferentback then.”

“So was I.”

Scoffing, Sienna tilted her head. “It’s not the same. There’s more of you in the right places.” Her hands came down to his shoulders and ran down his arms.

“If you think thatthis”—Beau paused, his hand sneaking from her waist to her thigh, which clenched beneath his touch—“is the wrong place, you’re absolutely crazy.” He kissed her stomach again, grinning when she quivered. “Same goes for here.” His mouth trailed up over her tank top to the opening, letting his teeth sink into the soft swell of the top of her breast. “And god, definitely here.”

Sienna sighed beneath Beau as he swept his lips up her neck. “This is a gym.” She squeaked when Beau rocked into her. “Where people work out. I’m supposed to be working out.”

“It’s late morning, no one’s coming in. And I told you,” Beau said, nuzzling the crevice behind her ear, “upstairs.” His hips instinctively flexed when Sienna opened her legs further. “High intensity, low intensity, yoga, whatever you want. We can even workout in the shower. Water aerobics.”

“You’ve got a big season to prepare for, so go easy on the extracurriculars.”

Beau shot up as Sienna tugged her shirt back down. “We’re supposed to meet at one,” he told Chase, who turned his eyes away as Beau adjusted himself through his shorts. He stepped protectively in front of Sienna when she rose from the ground. “You could start calling.”

Chase tilted his head. “You could start returning my messages.”

Ignoring Chase, Beau looked over his shoulder and whispered to Sienna, “I’m sorry,” before clearing his throat. “Sienna, meet my often inappropriate, pushy agent, Chase Matthews. Chase, my girlfriend, Sienna Clarke.”

Beau watched Chase’s eyes bounce between Sienna and him when he stepped aside. “I believe we met already. Briefly, at the season closer. I guess you were the good luck charm that reminded the world Beau Walker’s still got it. I’ve got you to thank for the headache the LA Bulls have made for me over him.”

No, no,Beau fumed internally.Don’t do it, Chase.But before Beau could interrupt, Chase continued.

“Have you ever been to LA, Sienna?”

Look at me,Beau willed Sienna.It’s not what it sounds like.

Sienna didn’t look at Beau. She merely reached for her bag and hoodie. “You know, I’ll head out now. I have some errands to run before Grace gets home from school. It was nice to see you again, Chase.”

Frustration strangled Beau as he watched her walk swiftly to the gym door. He bore into Chase.

“Sorry I cock blocked you.”

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