Page 56 of Extended Bridge

“Appreciate it,” he takes the drink then turns to me. “Do you need one?”

I shake my head, holding up my wine. “I’m good.”

The server loiters but when Bennett’s attention remains focused on me, she finally departs. “You have people throwing themselves at you all the time.”

“Yeah, but none as intriguing as my physical therapist.” He sips his drink. “Wearing a sexy-ass dress.”

I swallow, and not my wine. “Bennett, why?”

Instead of responding, he asks, “Would you give me your shirt so I could sign your tits?”

Ewww. “What? No.”

“How about letting me take you from behind in the corner of this club?”

“Are you crazy?”

“If I asked you to pick two women and take me to your room, would you let me?”

“No way.”

He sips his drink. “I rest my case. You wouldn’t approve of such crazy behavior. You keep me on my toes.” He shifts his weight between his now jean-covered legs. “You give me PT and don’t let me get away with anything. You intrigue me more than anyone I’ve ever met. Have since the first time we met.”

“And talked aboutThe Godfather.” I place my empty glass on top of a high table. “Still wrong, though.”

“The original rocks.”

I counter, “Second one is better.”

He grins at me, and I grin back. He places his hand on the middle of my back, pushing me toward the exit. “Let’s go back to my bus where we can watch both and make an informed decision.”

“I already know the answer.”

Luke stands near the exit. “Leaving?”

“You said we’re driving through the night. Just abiding by your wishes.”

The manager bursts into laughter. “Since when did you ever follow my instructions, B? Jenna, you’re a very good influence on our lead singer here.”

Not waiting for any further comments, Bennett steers me out the door and into a waiting SUV. “I’m ready to be proven right.”

Once we’re both in the vehicle, I say, “What do I get when I’m proven the winner?”

He kisses my cheek. “More orgasms than you can count.”

Chapter Fourteen

My alarm wakes me at nine o’clock. One eye pops open to confirm we’re still in our clothes we wore to the club last night,sansshoes. The television is on, but we both crashed while the first movie was playing. Now it’s the streaming service’s homepage. Guess Bennett’s challenge will have to continue another day.

I glance over at the man sleeping next to me, his usually styled caramel-colored hair falling over his forehead, scruff filling in more than usual. The perfect Roman nose. The only thing that could possibly make this man more attractive would be a dimple, but his face is clean of them. His butt, though...

“Morning, sleepyhead,” his gruff voice rumbles, causing my core to clench.

Court’s observation rings throughout my body. Idofear I can’t control him. Manage, maybe?

He leans over and plants little kisses from my jawline to my cheek, ending with my willing mouth. Can I manage him? Do I want to?

On a moan, I fling my arm around his shoulder and settle onto his lap. His hiss reminds me why I’m here.

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