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into the palms of his hands. When he finally shut it off, a part of him still couldn’t believe what he’d experienced was just a dream.
    It felt so real.
    Kyson pulled back the bed’s top sheet and climbed out. This morning’s hard-on was harder and throbbed mercilessly and threatened his no-sex-or-masturbation-during-training rule.
    For years, Kyson had been an ultimate fighting fan—a style of mixed martial arts competition. Throughout his life he’d studied jujitsu, judo, karate, kickboxing, tae kwon do and wrestling, but he’d never given thought to become a fighter.
    The suggestion came from his older brother, Khail, a onetime UFC titleholder himself. An unfortunate knee injury had ended Khail’s career, but he never wasted an opportunity to fill Kyson’s head with similar hopes and dreams.
    The truth of the matter was that Kyson wasn’t so sure a UFC title was what he really wanted. He just loved how the intense training and fighting relieved much of his job’s stresses.
    Kyson, as he’d done for the past three days, recalled his visit to Michael Adams’s home. Remembered in vivid detail how his body had ignored years of training and responded to the curvy beauty like he was a hormone-driven teenager.
    Despite a shower the night before, Kyson hit the shower again that morning, using more than a generous amount of baby oil when he closed his eyes and replayed his vivid dream frame by frame.
    Brown skin.
    Hard, dark nipples.
    Soft, thick thighs.
    Warm, slick honeypot…
    Toes curled and weak-kneed, Kyson threw back his head as his climactic groan bounced and echoed off the tiles around him. For several seconds afterward, his ears hummed while blood rushed from his head.
    â€œKyson!”
    Catching his name above the steady stream of water, Kyson shut it off.
    â€œKyson!”
    â€œKhail,” he mumbled and pulled open the shower door. “Just a second!” He grabbed a navy-colored towel and wrapped it around his hips.
    As usual, he discovered his brother bent over headlong into the refrigerator. “Why don’t you ever eat at your place?” he asked. “You know how small a brother’s paycheck is on the force.”
    Khail stood with an armful of food. “And it’s my fault you didn’t take a job utilizing your engineering degree because…?”
    â€œThe point is, I’m on a budget,” Kyson said, an expert at dodging his brother’s loaded questions. “Missed you at the gym—again.”
    â€œSorry. It’s was my and Aimee’s six-months-since-we-met anniversary last night. Had to do it up for her.”
    â€œWasn’t it yours and Brenda’s anniversary last week?”
    â€œYeah. I need to start meeting chicks in different months, for real.”
    â€œYou’re supposed to be my trainer, remember?”
    â€œI know. I know.” Khail nodded, making himself at home while he prepared himself a monster sandwich. “You better hurry and get dressed if you’re going to get your four-mile run in before you head off to work.”
    â€œI’m off today.”
    â€œWhat? They finally give a brother a day off?”
    â€œYeah, but my partner’s not so lucky. He’s training a rookie today.”
    The phone rang.
    â€œThe department,” the brothers grumbled in unison.
    Kyson answered the call by the third ring and was pleasantly surprised to discover it wasn’t the department, but his baby sister, Naomi.
    â€œâ€˜Happy birthday to you,’” she launched into the verse the moment he answered. She performed the whole song groggy and off-key, but that was what made it all the more adorable. Plus, she was making the long-distance call from Georgia, which made it even more special.
    â€œThanks, Baby G.” Kyson looked over his shoulder at his brother, who was just taking his first bite of his sandwich. “I’m glad someone remembered