Meg Maguire - Making Him Sweat & Taking Him Down

Mercer caught Rich in the shin with a kick. “I didn’t bone anybody.”

“Did you make sweet, sensitive love to Jenna, though? Because that is weird . Monty’s daughter… Basically your dad’s daughter. That makes her, like, your stepsister, Merce.”

“Shut up.”

“He would murder you if he was alive.”

“I’ll murder you right now if you don’t shut the hell up about it.”

Rich put his hands up. “Fine. But it’s wicked creepy, just so you know.”

“See you later.” Mercer jogged back up the stairs, annoyed. And was even more annoyed to hear the shower running when he got to the apartment.

Probably for the best. Maybe they’d been spared an awkward shared waking, or some quick tumble that would’ve only made things more confusing. He wouldn’t have minded a peek at her naked body in the daylight, though.

An idea he’d been toying with resurfaced, and Mercer decided it was a good one. When Jenna emerged from the shower, towel wrapped around her trunk, he offered her a goofy smile. She returned it with something a bit cagier, a good-natured smirk.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning. Sorry about that. Not the most relaxing way to wake up.”

She shrugged and Mercer wished he hadn’t noticed the dots of water on her shoulders, or how goddamn sexy she looked with wet hair and eyelashes and no makeup.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Probably good that I’m up so early. I have a million things to do today.”

“I’ll bet. And actually, I’ll make all that a little easier for you, and get out of your hair for the weekend.”

“Oh?”

He nodded. “Delante could use a couple nights away from his family drama. I’m gonna drive him down to Hartford, have him spar with a couple guys a buddy of mine trains there. Get him focused. Plus it’ll get me away from you, since my boy’s not the only one around here who’s losing their focus.”

She blushed, and Mercer wondered if she thought he meant her, or himself. Both of them, probably. And it looked as though it’d take nothing less than crossing state lines to keep them apart.

“Not the worst idea,” she agreed.

“Probably be back Sunday noontime. If I don’t run into you before I head out, have a good weekend.”

“You too. You want coffee? I’ll start it once I’m dressed.”

“Nah, I better get downstairs. Start figuring out how to get my shifts here covered on such short notice.”

“Okay. Well, have a good trip, if I don’t see you.”

“I will.”

With a nervous-looking smile, she headed for her room, closing the door softly. Mercer’s breath had been high in his chest, and he let it out with a noisy sigh. Definitely for the best that he clear out for a couple nights. One look at her and he’d remember everything that had happened the night before, jump her and either get himself slapped or laid again, and he wasn’t honestly sure which was preferable.

He headed down to the gym. The more steps he put between his body and Jenna’s, the safer it was for everyone involved.

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