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stickler for practice. I thought we’d wear ruts in the floor.” The perfect line up the side of her calf dug deep as she pointed her toes and hooked her feet over Paul’s knees. For leverage apparently, because she arced back. Her breasts rose, perky and full. “It’s given him an amazing body. Those shoulders. That gorgeous back.”
    Paul spread his fingers wide over Lizzie’s ass. If it weren’t for the silky red material of her dress, his fingertips would be digging into the delicate skin between her globes. “How many times?” His voice had gone deeper and huskier, edged with something harsh.
    Dima swallowed past the tightness in his chest and flicked the washcloth into the sink. He raked his fingers through his hair, but even pulling didn’t alleviate the noise in his head. His greed wasn’t going anywhere. His hands. On Lizzie. Her lush body, her mouth, her smile. He’d believed he would possess all of those beautiful things eventually, if he were patient enough.
    Maybe not. Yet…this was all bloody surreal.
    “How many times what?” She twisted her hips in the same move she used when dancing the rumba.
    Dima gritted his teeth.
    “How many times have you two slept together?” Paul asked on a groan.
    She laughed, but the sound was rough. “Only once. A long time ago. It wasn’t that great.”
    Paul watched Dima in the mirror, his face flushed beneath his sunshine tan, but Dima was tired of being used as some sideline attraction. He bent over to push his legs into a pair of workout pants.
    “That ass makes me think I should reconsider,” Lizzie said, her words a taunt. “What do you think, Paul? Should I give him another chance?”
    The centers of Dima’s palms burned. He yanked the track pants over his hips and pulled on a tank top and jacket.
    There was no staying away from her for long—his partner and his friend and the key to so many hopes. He stroked a hand over Lizzie’s back as he walked by. She shuddered, her head falling forward to expose the delicate bumps of her spine. Her fingertips tightened across Paul’s shoulders. The man’s darkly tanned hands climbed her sides until his thumb grazed Dima’s finger.
    “Have a good time, little one. I’ll see you back at the flat.”
    On a silent moan, her lips opened, still slicked with bright pink gloss. They’d gone at it so fast and dirty that her makeup was barely smudged. “Are you going to be alone?”
    A devil took control of his tongue. He couldn’t pretend they were the same asexual friends they used to be. Not anymore. If Lizzie wanted his attention, he wanted hers right back.
    “No. Jeanne made it more than clear that I had an open invitation.” After twining a lock of her shoulder-length hair around his finger, he passed the knuckles of his other hand over Paul’s shimmering buzz cut. “Tonight, I’m in the mood for a blonde.”

Chapter Three
    The door slammed and Lizzie kissed Paul. Hard. A lot harder than what a quick-and-dirty demanded. She’d been perched on the edge of coming for minutes, holding back. Holding her breath. Normally she associated kissing with foreplay, but this was more like stress relief.
    Dima’s calm sexual smolder had flipped her brain, and Paul continued to surprise her.
    He released her ass to take her head between his wide hands. The calluses along his palms roughed her cheeks before he tunneled his fingers into her hair. Mouth open, he plunged deep with his tongue. Their teeth clicked but he didn’t stop—not the kissing or the relentless thrust of his hard, controlled body. He found her throat and tucked his face there. Lizzie scraped her nails up and down his back, urging without words.
    Breathing hard, he asked, “Could he be listening at the door?”
    Holy hell, he wasn’t done thinking about it. The surprising show Dima had staged must’ve done a number on Paul. What was she supposed to do with that? Hell, what was she supposed to do with how Dima’s body looked entirely new to