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and turning a wide-eyed face to Gabby.

She shrugs. “He seems more than competent to give me what I need,” she coos, clearly insinuating something a little on the dirty side. I already know that’s completely for Chase’s benefit, to get a rise out of him.

And it appears to be working.

“Fuck that. You need someone to work you over, I’m your man, baby.”

“I’m not sure you have the stamina to handle me, Callahan.”

“Baby, I have stamina for days. No need to worry your pretty little head about that.”

“Are they still talking about training sessions?” I whisper to Harrison, making him bark out a laugh.

“Of course we’re talking about training! What else would we be talking about?” Gabby asks over her shoulder with a friendly smile on her face.

“Definitely. I’m the only man for the job,” Chase responds, his eyes glued to my sister’s ass as she walks on the treadmill.

“If you both say so,” I mumble as Harrison entwines his fingers through mine.

“We’re gonna leave you two to talk about your pending training, then. I’m gonna steal Winnie away to go over her schedule for next week,” Harrison says, gently pulling me away from my sister and his best friend.

I groan aloud; I can’t help it. I hate going over our own training schedule. Harrison always thinks he needs to add different Callanetics exercises into my routine, and then I spend the next ten minutes arguing with him about why I don’t need to do them. He bores me to death with the added benefits, and I tune him out. It’s the same routine we’ve battled for the last eight weeks, since my gestational diabetes diagnosis.

My legs are heavy as we make our way through the gym and down the hall toward the offices. With Gina gone for the day and Chase up front torturing my sister, there’s no one back here. We enter Harrison’s office together, and he quickly shuts the door. He throws the lock—not a good sign for me if we’re about to argue over next week’s schedule.

I open my mouth to try to head him off, when his lips slam against mine. With my mouth still open, his tongue easily dips inside my mouth, licking and tangling with my own. A groan spills from my mouth as his fingers thread into my hair and he pulls me tautly against his body. His erection is there, large and heavy in his shorts, and making the ache between my legs that much more intense.

“Fuck, you can’t wear this anymore in public,” he growls, tracing his lips along my jaw and down my neck.

“Wear what?” I ask, my brain struggling to catch up.

“My shirt. I know it’s mine, Winnie, and when I see it stretched across your belly, it makes me want to do dirty things to you,” he whispers, just before nipping at my earlobe.

Gasping my agreement, I throw my arms around his shoulders and try to climb him like a tree. It doesn’t work, of course, considering I have a basketball attached to the front of my body. Harrison guides me backward until my ass hits his desk. His lips devour mine, stealing every ounce of breath and sanity I have left. I hear the sweep of his hand and the sound of things falling, but I pay no attention to it. I can’t. All I can think about is the way he makes me feel.

The pleasure he gives.

Harrison lifts me up and sets me on top of the desk. My legs instantly wrap around his hips as I grind against his erection. My body is on fire, alive with reckless desire, as he makes a grab for my T-shirt. The moment it’s gone, I internally groan at the image I must present. I’m wearing a no-frills sports bra, which does nothing but flatten my girls to my chest. But I’ve learned that the bigger my boobs get, the more I need the sports bra when working out.

“Fuck, Winnie,” he barks, glancing down between us. You can clearly see his erection, tenting out his shorts, but also my swollen abdomen and my nipples, tight and aching in the confining material. He slowly pulls down my shorts, my hips lifting in assistance. “What were you thinking about earlier? You know, when you almost tripped on the treadmill.”

Cool air kisses my heated flesh as he removes my panties right along with my shorts. “I was thinking about you. And this desk.”

His nostrils flare and his eyes darken further. “What were