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thinned considerably, Osten stood and offered his hand
    to CJ. Together they walked down the bleachers and headed to where
    she had parked her SUV.
    At the gates, Marvin stepped in front of them. “Evening, CJ,” he
    said. His dark eyes moved over Osten and he frowned. “Mr. Scoleri,”
    Marvin added almost like an afterthought.
    CJ smiled, her arm hooked through Osten’s. “Evening, Marvin.
    It was a great game, wasn’t it?”
    “It was,” he conceded. “I didn’t know you were dating anyone.”
    CJ halted for a moment. “I’m not. I know Osten through mutual
    friends who got married recently and he agreed to come to the game
    with me, but we aren’t dating.” Her head cocked to the side as she
    played close attention to the Phys Ed coach.

    Beside her, Osten tensed. He hated the words that had just come
    out of her mouth. However, he did notice how Marvin relaxed a bit at
    the news.
    “I see,” Marvin said. “Well, I’ll see you on Monday. I have to get
    going. Goodnight.” He walked off without waiting for any response.

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    CJ began heading towards her vehicle when a hand grabbed
    hold of her. Osten spun her back toward him. She cocked an eyebrow at
    his action. “What?”
    “What’s so wrong with me?” he demanded. His pride had been
    tweaked, and while he didn’t need to be overly arrogant, he was still a
    proud man.
    “What are you talking about? There is nothing wrong with
    you.”
    “But I am not good enough to be dating?”
    Frowning, CJ just stared at him.
    Osten held her gaze and raised a thick eyebrow. The longer she
    remained silent the more he wanted to show her just how good they
    were together. “Well?” he prompted, sounding downright surly.
    Now CJ smiled at him. Not a coy or cutesy smile, but one that
    was gentle and full of understanding. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
    Mindless of the fact they were standing on school property, Os-
    ten gathered her body close to his. He didn’t speak, just cupped her
    heart-shaped face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers.
    The shockwave passed through them both instantly brought a
    heat that belied the late fall conditions. CJ slid her hands inside his
    leather jacket to rest upon his lean sides, fingers scrunching his sweat-
    shirt.
    His thick tongue swept through her mouth. He tasted mint and
    chocolate. Osten’s body reacted almost painfully to her nearness and
    touch.

    CJ trembled, her body weak with desire. There tongues danced
    with one another as his callused hands cradled her cheeks, his fingers
    moving slightly in her hair. Dear God, this man is deadly!
    Slowly and reluctantly, Osten drew away from her tempting and
    lush mouth and stepped back. His dark brown eyes swirled with barely
    controlled passion. “No offense taken, because if I really didn’t mean
    anything, there wouldn’t be sparks like that between us.” He spoke in a
    deep voice that simmered with assuredness and sensuality. In the
    hushed lighting of the parking lot, Osten reached out and rubbed his
    thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.
    Loud whistles broke the sexual tension between them. Both
    adults looked toward the entrance to the locker rooms and saw six of
    the football team’s starting offensive line watching with smirks on their
    faces. Mikhail was in the middle.

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    “Way to go, Ms. J!” the young black man hollered, hefting his
    duffle bag in a silent salute.
    “Oh, shit,” she groaned. “All those boys are in my classes. I’m
    never going to hear the end of it.”
    Osten preened, clearly loving it. “Maybe they’ll spread it
    around. And Marvin will stop drooling over you.”
    Shoving him in the chest, CJ shushed him. “That’s not helpful.”
    At least he gave her the satisfaction of a grunt. “Best I could do,”
    he teased.
    “Great game, guys,” Chantoya yelled back as she swallowed
    down her embarrassment and headed towards the six students.
    With a smile, Osten spun on his heel and