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any limitations on how CJ was supposed to complete his job.

“Yes,” Kendra all but purred. “I’d like that.”

Chapter Ten

Kendra tried not to squeal with glee when PI Super Stud followed her into her room, especially after admitting she had an alarm to tell her to hurry up and get to bed. She was also grateful she had her own room and wasn’t sharing with Graham like they often did to cut down on expenses. Sure, he’d get scarce if she needed, but it also wasn’t like she’d had to ask in a long time.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, unsure of how to proceed. CJ didn’t try and leave, so they must somewhat be on the same page, but she didn’t want to seem too forward. It’d been a long time since she’d been so attracted to a man. Had she ever wanted a guy so badly?

That was insane, putting it mildly. She barely knew anything about him other than he was friendly, gorgeous, and a private investigator. For all she knew, he was helping out some sketchy client.

CJ pulled out a chair in the corner and sat down. Despite being a decent-sized chair, it looked comically small when his massive body sank into it.

He chuckled and gestured to some workout tops and pants lying on the other side of the bed. “Getting ready for tomorrow?”

“Something like that.”

CJ smiled. “If you don’t mind me saying so, you look damned good in those outfits.”

Kendra turned her head, her cheeks burning. “I have to thank Graham.”

It was stupid. People complimented her all the time, and she didn’t care this much.

CJ looked confused. “Graham? Does he make them?”

“No, nothing like that.” Kendra laughed. “Graham’s terrible at that sort of thing. No, most are supplied by advertising partners, but he’s the one who convinced me to, uh, dress a little sexier in my videos.”

“Sexy’s in the eye of the beholder,” CJ replied. “They do show off your body, but they’re functional.”

“That’s true. It’s just been weird.” Kendra shrugged. “I’m not ashamed of my body. I spend a lot of time training, but I also don’t want people only viewing me as a sex symbol or model. I want them to understand this body is the product of both hard work and good luck.” She offered him a sheepish grin. “That like sounds totally greedy, doesn’t it? I want people to find me attractive, but on my terms.”

CJ shook his head. “I don’t think that’s greedy. That’s just how things work, right? Doesn’t everyone want people to find them attractive on their own terms?”

“What about you?” Kendra asked.

“Me?” CJ flexed an arm, highlighting one of his perfect biceps. “I started in a good place, like you, but you know how it goes. Potential isn’t everything without training, and I’ve spent my entire life training.”

Kendra patted the side of her bed. Her heart sped up. “Mind if I get a little greedier?”

CJ’s brow lifted. “You don’t have to get ready for bed?”

“Not for a while, no.”

“Then it depends on what you’re greedy for.”

“I’d like to feel some of those muscles,” Kendra said breathily. “If it’s okay with you.”

CJ stood, a grin sweeping away the confusion on his face. He walked over to the bed and sat beside her, flexing his arm. Kendra ran her fingers slowly over the muscle, tracing it and enjoying its firmness.

“This is almost the size of my head.”

CJ laughed. “I’m glad you approve.”

Kendra rubbed slowly up and down his arm, licking her lips. Her center warmed. She didn’t care if he could see the obvious desire on her face. He came back to her room for a reason. She’d not sent him away for the same reason.

Her hands trail down his sides until she found the hem of his shirt. She waited, her breath held, looking into his eyes for any sign he wanted her to stop. He stared back at her, smiling.

Kendra slipped her fingers under the shirt, slowly rising up CJ’s body, enjoying the hard abs before spreading out to trace his pecs. The shirt was annoying because it wasn’t tight enough to show off everything she drooled over.

CJ’s nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply. “Would you like me to take it off?”

“Yes,” Kendra breathed, removing her hands. “Please.”

CJ yanked the shirt off with one fluid motion before tossing it to the side. He grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. She yelped in surprise, before a gasp came out over the massive bulge poking into her.

“Don’t you want to be fair?” CJ asked with a playful grin.

Kendra lifted her arms and let CJ pull her shirt off. He threw it to the ground before unfastening her bra. The simple white affair annoyed her. She’d wanted something sexier for the occasion, but she hadn’t thought she’d end up on a date that morning.

CJ stared down at her exposed breasts, a low rumble coming from his chest. Kendra’s nipples hardened at the sound. Wetness pooled in her center. He’d barely touched her, and she was already almost undone.

This was ridiculous, but she didn’t want it to end despite a building concern in the back of her mind. The competition was coming up, and going to dinner was one thing, but sex another.

CJ’s rough hands skimmed her sides up to her breasts where he tweaked her nipples. She let out a quiet moan. She’d worried that he might want a bustier woman, but the hunger on his face didn’t show that. He continued exploring her exposed upper body, his fingers light, like the caress of the summer wind.

Kendra leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Is this what PIs do? Seduce women?”

“It’s what any hot-blooded man would do with a woman like you,” CJ said. He reached around her back and slipped his hands into her pants to squeeze her ass.

She needed to stop. She’d started it, but it was a mistake. Sleeping with a man right before a competition was a bad