erection.
Gabe was mortified.
This couldn’t be happening. Here she was, after he’d been fantasizing about her, standing in front of him in some tight running gear. He could see each and every curve to her sexy tight body, and it was making his life hell.
This was worse than work.
His brain was going to fry.
“What are you doing here?” he blurted.
Livy grinned wickedly at him. “Well, Gabe, I’m in running gear and on a running trail. I’m betting it’s probably to run—just like you are. I know that’s crazy, but it happens.”
“But here?”
She stood and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. He was going to make her work for it.
“Yes. I love this trail.”
Yeah, that was a total lie.
There was only one reason she was on that specific trail, and it was this man. Livy had a bad case of the hots for him.
Yes, he was her boss.
Yes, he was untouchable.
But it didn't matter.
When someone told her no, she wanted it that much more. Besides, Gabriel was sexy as sin. His body was ripped, his smile was delicious, and she wanted him— despite —or make that because of the rules.
Livy couldn’t let it go. Her gut was telling her to make a move, and this was just the beginning. There had to be a way to break through.
She had faith.
“So, do you come here often?” she asked, trying to cover for herself.
He swallowed.
“Gabriel?”
Gabe knew he was jacking this up.
When Livy played with her hair, he wanted to touch it. He figured it would be silky, soft, and warm against his fingers. That red was kissed by the sun.
“Yes,” he muttered, getting off the ground. Already, he could feel his dick starting to twitch. She was going to be the death of him.
He knew it.
Gabe began praying she’d wave goodbye and head off in the other direction.
“Want to join me for my run?” she asked. “Lyzee usually joins me, but she’s busy this morning.”
Of course she was going to say that. Gabe knew he was three days past screwed. His luck sucked.
“Gabriel?” she asked, waving her fingers in front of his face. “Are you in there? Did you hit your head?”
Gabe swallowed. “I’m good. Sure, we can run together,” he said, somehow managing to get that out.
While his mouth said yes, his brain was begging him to run the other way. His body couldn’t handle it. She was wearing a tank top and tiny shorts. If he had to watch her bounce, he was going to have one hell of a hard on all day.
It was already starting, and he was in running shorts. She was going to notice.
Hell!
Everyone would.
Shit!
Shit!
Shit!
What the hell was he thinking? He had to save himself from this torture.
“I’m almost done, but I’ll finish the last mile with you,” he offered.
“Oh, that’s sweet, boss. If you can’t handle a hard on with me, I understand.”
“What?” he asked, his eyes going big. He prayed his body wasn’t giving away anything. Gabe almost wanted to make sure his erection wasn’t tenting his shorts. “What did you say?”
Livy stared at him. “I said, if you can’t handle a hard run with me, I understand. What did you think I said?”
God!
Now his ears were messing with him too. She was going to be the death of him. Why couldn’t Elizabeth be there? Yes, he checked her out, but she was like his sister. He could control himself with her.
With Livy?
He was dead in the water.
“That’s what I thought. We should go!”
She started the jog, setting the pace to his. “This is nice,” she offered. “It’s nice to have someone to get sweaty with.”
He looked over and down at her.
Had he heard her right?
His mind was thinking sweaty, but at the time, they were completely naked and not running in a public park.
“Yes, it is.”
“We closed our case this weekend.”
He tried to think about work. “I got your report. It was well written,” he stated. “You two did a good job. The higher ups will be pleased.”
She grinned.
Livy wanted to climb up the front of this man.