Page 76 of Prince Charming

“Hey, I can give you a ride.”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Thankfully, she heard him climb into his car, and a minute later he passed her on the street. Marianna was in a daze on the way back into Armado Springs.

Finding herself outside of the gym without knowing how she got there.

Only, she knew she needed one thing, and it was inside.

The place was hopping as always.

Boxers sparring.

Hitting bags.

Using the skipping ropes.

She didn’t give but a second of notice to anyone else as her feet took her to the back office, hoping he was here.

She must have looked like a whirlwind all but throwing herself through his door because Tag’s perfectly styled head lifted. His eyes on alert as if expecting trouble.

“What’s wrong, Anna?” He jumped to his feet. She held out her hand to keep him there. He was too big, too everything that affected her. Needing only to look at him for a moment. “Nothing is wrong.” She answered.

Though everything was, wasn’t it? Nothing was right.

Except this man.

This man felt right on a level which scared her.

She’d stopped believing in good things a long time ago.

Love didn’t play a part in any fantasy.

But here he stood, with serious hooded eyes, ready to slay any dragon chasing her.

His scarred beauty radiated seduction and danger. A deadly combination intoxicating her. Desire crept through her blood and caught her unawares.

The best kind of thrill rushed along her spine.

And then he smiled. Enough to let her know he had a vague inkling what made her rush through his door like she had a tornado up her butt.

She supposed she had done that. But the urgency in her underwear dictated she got to him quickly.

Throbbing. Demanding attention.Distraction.

He was good at that.

And she desperately needed his brand of distraction to empty her mind of everything but the pulsing pleasure only he could give her.

Tag didn’t have to do a thing to get her shaking. He existed, and she reacted.

Standing so tall with his ribbons of arm veins on show, the leather of his MC cut pulled tight over his wide chest. An imposing man. Effortless masculinity.

He was insanely potent and made her head swim.

“Tag.” She spoke around her dry tongue.

“Something you want?”

Yes. So much.

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