Brooklyn forced herself to look down at the suit she was holding in her hands.She didn’t want to be caught staring at Fox, no matter how stunning his physique was.
His perfect body annoyed her even more.The guy was some fancy financier.He probably spent hours in a chair behind a desk.How in the world did his body look that great under his expensive suits?Every groove was cut from marble.His skin was tanned and warm, and there was a light dusting of dark hair that started below his navel before arrowing down to—well, to other things that Brooklyn was doing her best not to think about.
Dylan was already dressed in his black protective racing suit.He made a low sound of approval as he looked over at Fox.
“Lookin’ good, man,” he said with an appreciative grin.“You lift, don’t you?”
Lucas met his eyes and gave a nonchalant shrug.“I hire the best personal trainers money can buy.”
“Lucky bastard,” Dylan replied with a laugh.He examined the suit.“That should be a decent fit.You’re just a little taller than I am, but we’re in the same weight class.”
It was impossible not to peek at them as Dylan helped Fox to pull the top portion of his suit up over his arms.Brooklyn couldn’t help but notice as Dylan’s hand slid over Fox’s very sexy-looking ass.
What the hell was that?Was he testing how the suit fit?
Lucas noticed it too.Her mouth went dry as they locked eyes.For a moment, Brooklyn would’ve sworn it was as if she hadn’t been in the room at all.They were so close to one another.Just a few inches between them.Brooklyn bit her lip and tried not to think about how sexy they looked.She was irritated that her traitorous mind was painting horribly inappropriate images of the two of them.Thoughts of Dylan reaching out and grabbing Lucas by the back of the head before their mouths met in a passionate kiss.
Kiss?Brooklyn swallowed the lump that had appeared in her throat.She had lost her damned mind.Dylan Pierce seemed like enough of a hetero adrenaline junkie to take her fantasy as an insult if she ever dared mention it.Which she wouldn’t.
Maybe this was similar to the thing where football players slapped each other’s asses.Yes.That was definitely it.
“It is a good fit.”Lucas’s voice was low and rougher than usual.“Thanks for this opportunity, Dylan.I’ll be honest.I doubt I would’ve tried this on my own.I didn’t even realize I might be interested.”
Dylan’s slow smile made Brooklyn’s belly give a little flutter.There was no doubt that, in their minds, she wasn’t even in the room right now.They were in their own world, and she felt a bit… What?Jealous?
Nowthatwas crazy.
Brooklyn stared at the one-piece jumper suit in her hands and tried to puzzle out why she should care what they thought.Lucas Fox was a renowned playboy.He dated supermodels and actresses.But maybe he was bisexual too.And she didn’t know anything about Dylan.
Or maybe this was all just in her imagination.
The urge to do something completely outrageous hit her hard.It wasn’t an impulse she was used to.It certainly wasn’t something she’d ever given in to in the past.She wasn’t even tipsy, but she felt her skin heating, her heart pounding, and her growing breath short.So much of their attention had been on her all evening that she was surprised to discover she’d come to…come tolikeit.Now that they were focused on each other, she felt left out.
If Lucas wanted to walk around half-naked, well, two could play at that game.Everyone around her at work and in her life believed Brooklyn Foster was no fun.That she was a stick in the mud.That she didn’t have a wild bone in her body.
Well, she might be careful and professional, but she could be wild too.
Determination filled her.She kicked off her heels.Then Brooklyn put her feet into the suit and drew it up to her waist right there in the coed locker room.
She didn’t look at Dylan and Lucas.She wanted them to think she didn’t give a damn if they were watching or not, even though the opposite was true.She wanted to rattle them as badly as they had rattled her.
She anchored the suit at her waist and lifted her black cocktail dress up and over her head.Without a word, she gently draped the dress over the bench beside her before pulling the rest of the suit up over her arms and wriggling a bit to get the rest of her inside the damn thing.
Lucas’s heart skipped a few beats the instant he realized Brooklyn Foster had stripped off her dress without a single care for who might be watching.He had a perfect view of her graceful body from the waist up, and his brainandhis cock liked what he was seeing.She had a flat stomach, pale skin, and the strapless bra was the only thing covering her small but pert breasts.
Beside him, Dylan let out an animal-like groan of need.
Yes.He could certainly agree with that sound.The ache of lust that clenched right at his groin was impossible to deny.
They were both watching her as she shrugged into the rest of the one-piece protective suit.She was outwardly ignoring them, but he understood enough about women to know that she was definitely looking for a reaction.He started to grin.It seemed his little doctor had a bold side after all.
He loved it.
“I think I’m going to need more room in the crotch of this suit,” Dylan murmured.
Lucas agreed wholeheartedly.Dylan was standing so close to him that he could smell the fresh scent of cedarwood and the outdoors on the other man.
His desire spiraled even higher.First at the sight of the lovely Brooklyn Foster.Then by having Dylan so close.And that pat on the ass.That hadn’t been any accident either.Dylan was testing him.
