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red-stained lips. “I bet I’ll win again.” Her husky voice is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Josette’s hand skims down my stomach and comes to a stop at the waistband of my sweatpants, her fingers running light circles on the sensitive skin below.
    “Jo,” I say hoarsely, and take the plunge. Leaning farther, I put my lips on hers and as soon as that innocent contact is made, everything starts to pass in a blur. Greedy hands grope and roam, desperate mouths seek, sexy moans are swallowed between our lips. It’s fucking heaven.
    Unable to resist her beautiful body, I pull my shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor next to us. When I rake my eyes up her body, naked except for her underwear, she licks her lips in anticipation. I’m done for. I can’t stand another second without my mouth back on hers. I fist one hand in Josette’s hair and the other finds itself on her generous, more-than-a-handful breast, kneading and massaging the soft flesh, my thumb and forefinger making their way to her nipple and rolling the peak between them. Swallowing her moan, I lay her back on the sofa, finding my perfect spot between her spread legs, the heat from her core grinding against my crotch.
    Suddenly, all the chaos stops and both of our heads whip toward the door when someone knocks. Leaping off the couch, Josette barrels toward the door as she puts my shirt back on, exclaiming she’ll answer it. I bury my face in my hands and try to scrub away the tension and the panic that I’ve already ruined things. She couldn’t get off the couch fast enough. Did I come on too strong? Shit.
    “What’s going on, guys?” Garrett asks skeptically, stepping into the living room. Great. Fucking great.

Chapter 5

Cutter
    “Oh, hi, Mr. Rhodes. I was just…uhhhh…excuse me,” Josette stammers, and then charges through the living room to the bathroom, no doubt to clothe herself.
    “Cutter,” Garrett growls, “I just hired her. Is it too much to ask that you don’t screw your coworkers?” he says heatedly in an undertone.
    “I didn’t screw her,” I answer, adjusting my pants.
    “Answer me this. If I hadn’t come up here, would you have?”
    “Yes.” I lower my head to avoid his stare.
    Josette reemerges from the bathroom wearing her still-wet sweatpants and my shirt. Grabbing her bag off the floor, she avoids Garrett’s eyes and mutters a goodbye as she flees the apartment.
    “You need a workout,” Garrett says to me, his lips splitting into a slight grin. “Looks like you have some energy to burn off. Could do you some good, you know? Blue balls are an excellent motivator.”
    Huffing, I slip into my sneakers and follow Garrett down to the gym, surely to endure the workout to end all workouts.
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    “Do you think I can borrow your truck or Rian’s car for a little bit?” I ask Garrett after a five-mile run and an hour sparring match in the cage.
    “I don’t care. You going to see Josette?”
    “Yeah.”
    “It’s really not a good idea to date a coworker, Cutter. I’m not your dad, so I’m not going to tell you how to live your life, and there’s never been a rule about it here—hell, I married Rian and she was a fighter and I was partial owner—but it can get messy.”
    “I get it, but it’s not like that with Josette. We’re not dating and I don’t think that’s in the cards for us.”
    “What? Are you guys like fuck buddies or something?”
    “I guess you could call it that,” I answer while pulling my shirt over my head and slipping back into my sneakers. “She’s busy with school and work, I’ve got my job here, and now the fight coming up. Neither one of us wants a relationship, but people have needs.”
    “If you wanna stay friends with her, I’d highly suggest not jumping into bed. Sex complicates things, makes them messy. At first it’s all fun and games, then the next thing you know, you’re just getting out of the army, promising to marry the girl you’d been screwing