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called in Javier’s favor.
    Gabe took the verbal spanking he deserved from Sam and then headed into the musty and dim locker room for a shower. The gym was smack dab in the middle of Gabe’s old neighborhood and looked as rundown as ever, the floor sticky with dried sweat and spilled energy drinks. Funny how, as much as he’d wanted to escape the neighborhood when he was younger, being back and in the old gym again always made him feel better. Centered. As if it was all a reminder of how much he’d accomplished in life.
    But why the hell did he continue to need that validation?
    He flexed his knuckles, then rolled his head on his shoulders. He’d been here for over an hour and while he was sore and tired his brain had yet to let go of the problems that had sent him into the gym in the first place.
    Brianne.
    He closed his eyes.
    He knew wanting her was wrong; it had always been wrong. He’d had a chance to be with her and he hadn’t taken it. Eric had. Eric, no matter how big of an asshole he’d turned out to be, was still Brianne’s fiancé. Okay, that wasn’t exactly true. Eric had called off the wedding, and except for a text to Brianne the day of and a subsequent email to his friends telling them he was fine but needed his space, no one had heard from him. Still, eventually he’d come out of hiding and make things right.
    At the thought, Gabe punched a locker and had the grim satisfaction of pretending it was Eric’s face below his fist. Then, eyes closed, palm flat against the locker, all he could picture was Brianne and what might have happened if he’d actually acted on his urges for once and kissed her that night on the beach.
    If he’d done everything he’d wanted to do to her.
    He’d wanted to slide his hands down the long smooth column of her throat, feeling the satiny texture of her skin below his fingertips as his mouth held hers. He’d wanted to press against her, grind his growing erection against the lean span of her pelvis, and hear her gasping loudly as he tangled his hands into the thick and silky tresses that crowned her head.
    He squeezed his eyes tighter, hoping to banish those thoughts. No luck. His mind was caught up in a delicious fantasy. He could almost feel the firm plumpness of her lips under his, taste the intoxicating flavor of her mouth as his tongue plundered every corner and crevice.
     
    Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails biting gently into the flesh below his shirt. Her body arched upward against his, her narrow hips meeting his as she pushed harder, rubbing against his thickening erection. Her tongue darted into his mouth then twined around his. She tasted of spearmint gum, and deep red wine. Her lips, glossed to perfection a moment before, parted even further as his hands moved along her body, measuring the gentle swell of her breasts and then slid downward, resting against the sexy and delicate breadth of her ribs. He felt those bones moving in and out with every breath she managed to drag into her mouth between kisses.
    His hands went lower. He placed one hand between her legs and squeezed gently, making her gasp and whimper. He removed his hand and let it slip toward her hip as his leg moved between her thighs, parting them even further while the long skirt of her gown rode high along her, revealing the flesh closest to the little black panties that she wore, the lace already soaked and sticky from the fluids dripping from her core.
    Her body swayed along the length of his thigh, her hips pumping slightly as she rocked on the hard, smooth muscle between her parted legs.
    Her hands tugged at his hair as he let his fingers wander upward, tease at the very edge of her panties, dipping inward to find the neatly trimmed hair covering her slippery labia. His fingers ran through that hair, tangled and damp from her juices.
    He moved his finger lower, just low enough that he could feel the soft and delicate flesh below the hair. Her outer labia parted, her intense