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she said but she was an awful liar.

    Jason clicked his tongue. Something about the sound made Sharon vulnerably hot. "No, no, no. Don't even try that. Make it easy for all concerned, and just tell me the truth."

    "You have to promise—" she began. She did not want to start an all-out war between two motorcycle club chiefs.

    "When I left you at the beach yesterday, your face was clear. And this morning, you don't walk in through the front door. You're out here instead of getting ready for your first appointment," His fingers traced the neckline of her workout tee.

    Her nipples were hard instantly. He found them as quickly, covertly tracing his fingertips over them through the fabric before embracing her with his powerful arms. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" His voice was soft as silk; warm and comforting.

    Sharon raised her hand to his and touched him gently. "I will tell you the truth but only if you promise not to do anything about it. I am going to handle it."

    "I won't like doing it that way but you have my word," he said.

    "He knows you're back and that you and I have seen each other. He basically wanted to make sure I knew who I belonged to. He took my phone. I have no idea if my clients have called or not. I have no idea what my schedule is like today."

    "I see. Well word is bound to get around, especially since I have—or had —one of his guys as a shift manager. And does he usually handle you this way?" Jason asked her. "Has this happened before?"

    "No. This was the first time." Sharon reeled. She couldn't believe she was having a discussion about whether not her boyfriend hit her on a regular basis. "He told me I had to quit here since you own the place."

    "Do you want to quit? I've checked out the files. You have quiet the business going and people depend on you. Do you want to up-end that?"

    "No," she rasped. Her body relaxed completely against his. She was, in effect, giving over to him. She was completely ensconced in his protective hold. His warm, powerful hand drifted to the soft inner flesh of thigh. Sharon was this shy of inviting him into the locker room with her when Marty showed.

    "Sorry to interrupt, but Lance just stopped by to drop off your phone," said Marty before retreated back to the reception area.

    "Oh my goodness," Jason whispered. "He didn't even come in and face you."

    "It's okay for now. It wasn't him I wanted to see anyway," Sharon said lustfully.

    "Carefully, sweet, or I will be inside you before you know it," Jason threatened. He stroked her long, shiny hair before his palms glided across the globes of her full breasts. "And as much as I want to, I won't take your panties down until you straighten things out with him. If that's what you want to do."

    Wanted to do? Every cell in her body wanted Jason Larson to fuck her. But it did bother her some that she would be jumping into his bed out of Lance's. There was no one in the gym at that moment except for the two of them. Sharon tilted her neck to the side and Jason kissed it, grazing the erotic areas that sent her through the roof. He lifted the elastic of her underwear and slipped a finger inside her wet, wet body.

    "Let's go somewhere," she murmured right before she took his mouth, accepted his plunging, penetrating tongue. As she leaned against him, she could feel his hard response press into the small of her back.

    "You end it with him first," he whispered. "I will be here."

    They ceased; they took a moment to regain themselves before breaking it up. Sharon set up for the first of her clients, though her mind reeled with thoughts of Jason. She checked her phone, which she really didn't even want to touch. It felt tainted by Lance.

    Polly made an appearance at the gym sometime after one. Usually she and Sharon connected first thing, but without the phone, that couldn't happen. Something was different about her, thought Sharon. She seemed evasive, or maybe preoccupied.

    "Hey," she said. "Can you take a