“What the actual fuck, Nolan?” Bridget spluttered. She glared up at him, but the look on his face, all wide-eyed, jaw-dropped shock, made her snort. “Well, don’t just stand there gawping; help me up!”

Nolan scrambled to help her up. He put his hands on her upper arms and physically set her on her feet.

“Are you all right? Did I hurt you? Oh my God, Bridget, I am so sorry!” he babbled while patting her down, checking to see if she was okay. Which was kind of sweet, except . . .

“What the hell are you doing in the women’s locker room?”

“Um, uh.”

Bridget followed his eyes and realized, too late, that the buttons on her very tight-fitting—Thanks, Ashley—blouse had popped, leaving her décolletage, complete with lacy bra, exposed.

“See something you like, Nolan?”

“God, yes. Holy.”

His frank answer shocked a laugh out of her. “What?”

Nolan stepped up close to her, crowding her. He ran a thick finger down the curve of her neck to her sternum and stopped at the tiny bow nestled between her breasts. Then he took her lapels and pulled them together, covering her.

He leaned into her. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, ghosting a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh.”

Nolan took a deep breath and then stepped back and grinned sheepishly. “Nanda thought you might be upset. She told me to come in because there weren’t any other women in the gym, and . . . not such a great move on my part. I’ve not been making a lot of great moves when it comes to you, Bridget.”

“Nolan . . .”

“I’m sorry I called you desperate. It was cruel, and I have no excuse. It was a real asshole move, and I don’t want you to think I’m an asshole, because I really try not to be. I just don’t . . .”

Bridget closed the gap between them and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her mouth against his in a hard, hot kiss.

“Shut up, Nolan.” She kissed him again, going up onto her toes and pressing her breasts into his chest.

He answered her by sealing his mouth over hers and pulling her close. Bridget could feel his erection through his chinos, and she ground her hips against him, hoping he would get the hint. He palmed her ass, sliding his big hands to grip her hips. He rested his forehead against hers before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“What do you want from me, Bridget?”

“Everything. I want everything, Nolan.”

Nolan bent his head and kissed her again, and she melted against him. He murmured against her ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and nipping, and she jolted, her back arching against him. Then Bridget felt him slowly begin to ease down the side zipper of her trousers.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Oh yeah.”

The zipper undone, Nolan slid his rough hand across the soft, smooth, naked skin of her hip. Nolan’s hands were rougher than she expected, not calloused exactly, but not the smooth hands of an office worker. He cupped one cheek first and then ran a finger along her hipbone, tracing the curve over to her mound. Bridget closed her eyes, wanting to submerge herself in the pleasure that was Nolan’s hands on her body.

“Holy shit, you’re not wearing panties.” His fingers dipped between her thighs, slipping into her seam and pressing against her sensitive nub. “God, that is the sexiest thing ever.”

Bridget gripped his shoulders with both hands, and he held one hip while he slid his middle finger into her core and kissed her hard.

“More, Nolan.” She ground against his hand and kissed him back harder. “More.”

Nolan slipped in another finger and slid his other hand under her pants to grip her bare ass. She wriggled against him, and Nolan slid a third finger deep into her core while thumbing her clit. He pressed against her tight pucker, not penetrating, with just enough pressure to make her crazy. Bridget rode his hands, clawing at his shoulders and gasping with pleasure.

She didn’t even notice that her shirt had come open again until Nolan captured her nipple between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to shoot the first wave of orgasm through her. She bucked hard, and Nolan fucked her with his hands and suckled her breast until she thought she was going to lose her mind.

Then he pressed his thumb against her clit, and she exploded around him. She could feel her juices running down her legs as Nolan pumped his fingers into her, digging the fingers of his other hand into her ass, until she almost blacked out. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, and he let out a guttural growl.

Bridget was out of breath, breasts heaving, as she fumbled with Nolan’s fly. He watched her, slack-jawed, as she undid the button and zipper and pushed his chinos down around his hips.

“Bridget,” he began but stopped when she took his hard cock into her mouth. She pumped the base of his cock while she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft before engulfing him as much as she could. Nolan wrapped his hands in her hair, fucking her mouth as she looked up at him.

“Bridget, I’m almost . . . ,” he ground out, and then she pressed a finger against his taint, and he roared with a powerful orgasm. Bridget continued pumping and sucking until he was spent.

Afterward, he pulled her up to her feet and kissed her sweetly on the mouth before sucking on his fingers.

Holy crap, that was hot!

They were both breathless, and then Bridget began to giggle. He kissed her again, his mouth curling up into a grin, and then Nolan pulled her close and just held her. Finally, Bridget pulled away and stood an arm’s length away from him. Nolan wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“I . . . uh . . . that was not what I came in here to do, Bridget.”

“Did you want to make me feel better?”

“Well, yeah . . . but . . .”

Bridget rolled her eyes. “Mission accomplished. I . . . feel better than I have in years, and it’s not just because you have some magic fingers there, man.” She stroked his hair and then straightened his fly and zipped his pants. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome?” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.” Nolan caught her chin in his hand and gave her a kiss. “Yeah,” he repeated. “So, did you get my text?”

Bridget threw her head back and laughed. “Yes, I did. I typed a bunch of lame things, and then I got distracted by this shit show of a presser, and I panicked. I’m sorry.”

“No, Bridget, I’m sorry. I—”

She put her fingers over his mouth. “Stop. Okay? Stop. We’re even. Deal?”

Nolan gave her one of his shy grins and nodded. “Deal.”