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KNOX
I’ve always beenan ass man, and the one in front of me is absolute perfection. Two firm, round globes, with just the right amount of bounce. Perfect for licking. And biting. Which is probably not a thought I should be having, but it’s impossible to ignore when the woman scaling my back deck is wearing the smallest pair of spandex shorts in history and her butt is.Right. There.
I’ve only ever seen one ass like that in my life, and it’s been forever seared into my memory.
It’s been five years since Tink and I spent a night together in Cancún, but I’d know that backside anywhere. God knows I’ve dreamed about it enough.
Hell, maybe I’m dreaming now.
I scrub a hand over my sweat-slick face and stop short of pinching myself. This is no dream, but even if it were, the last thing I’d want to do is spoil it by waking up.
Maybe it’s fate.
Yeah-fucking-right.
A post-run hallucination is far more likely. I never should have pushed myself to jog that extra mile. It’s barely nine o’clock, and the day is already shaping up to be a scorcher.
The local news issued a weekend heat advisory.
Clearly, I should’ve listened, because while the odds of finding Tink at my door are slim, the odds of recognizing her glorious ass five years later are astronomical.
There’s always a chance…
Yeah, a chance I’m obsessing over a woman I’m never going to see again, when I should be more concerned about the fact that there’s a stranger—albeit one with a very nice figure—attempting to sneak into my townhouse.
Oblivious to my presence, she levers herself a few inches higher. Whoever she is, she’s strong as hell. The wooden support beams don’t have a single handhold, yet she’s nearly reached the top of the twelve-foot pole, a fact that shouldn’t impress me as much as it does, given she’s trespassing.
Fucking McGinnis and his magnetic dick.
The kid attracts every puck bunny within a fifty-mile radius.
This isn’t the first time one of them has attempted B&E, but it’s the first time one has risked a broken neck to slip into his bed. I never should have let the rookie move in with me. He’s been a pain in the ass since day one. Wet towels on the floor, takeout containers everywhere, and not a lick of common sense.
He’s constantly bringing home random women. I’ve warned him, but does he listen? No, the asshole does not. Our place has become ground zero for Stalkerpalooza, and I’ve been propositioned on my own couch more times than I can count. It was just a matter of time until one of them went all Ninja Warrior and tried to—
A piercing yelp shatters the early-morning quiet as the woman slips, her left arm flailing.
Adrenaline floods my system, and I spring forward, prepared to catch her.
Or, at the very least, break her fall.
Fortunately, it doesn’t come to that. She regains her grip, her right arm and powerful thighs wrapped tight around the pole.
Thank Christ.
“Should I call 9-1-1 now, or do you want to wait until you’ve actually broken a leg?”
She stiffens, every muscle in her body standing rigid. “I’m fine.”
Yeah, right. I’ve heard that line before.
“You do understand that breaking and entering is a crime punishable with jail time?” I shield my eyes as I peer up at her. “Trust me when I say McGinnis isn’t worth it.”
“I don’t know what a McGinnis is, but I’m not breaking anything.” She huffs and repositions her hands. “I’m locked out of my townhouse, and I’m trying to get back in.”
Her townhouse?