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Vault for the gold or fall in love? What about both? Dylan Parker wants nothing
more than to win the gold. He’s worked on his vaults long and hard
to be the best. Until the best, Aiden Conrad, shows up at his gym.
What’s a guy to do when the object of his affection also happens to
be his stiffest competition? Aiden’s no slouch when it
comes to competition. He’s got more than a couple of medals under
his belt, but finding love? That’s his one weakness. When he meets
Dylan, all bets are off. Dylan might be damned good on the vault,
but is he just as good in bed? Aiden’s next goal? Dylan. Can these two hard-headed men
find common ground and passion in each other’s arms or are they
destined to fail in the biggest competition of all—the game of love? Contains two men hot for each other, lots of gymnastics fun, voyeurism, hot sex in the locker room, and did I mention man love?
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Aiden touched the bruised
area on Dylan’s shoulder. “What’d the doc say?”
“I bruised it real good, but it’s nothing I can’t
power through.” Dylan shrugged away from Aiden. “He said you two had
a thing.”
“Who said?”
“Jerome. Something about you two hooking up or
something.” Dylan stared at his hands. God, he sounded like the
drama queen chicks he dreaded dealing with on the days the girls
came to the complex.
“And you believe him?” Aiden tipped Dylan’s chin,
then tapped twice. “Give me a moment.” He raced across the room and
closed the door. Within a heartbeat, he stood before Dylan again. “I
am very careful about who I train with and who I let in my bed.”
Dylan nodded, unsure of where the conversation
was going, but he knew for damn sure he heard the word
bed.
“Jerome Hicks isn’t my type, no matter what he
says, and I refuse to hook up with him. Trust me, I wouldn’t get
horizontal with him when we were in London and I’m not interested
now.” Aiden’s breath skittered on Dylan’s lips. “I’ve got someone
better to worry about.”
Dylan’s skin prickled and
he longed to run his fingers over Aiden’s stomach. His cock pressed
tight against his training shorts. Aiden had to feel the heat from
Dylan’s raging hard-on. No way he couldn’t.
“Who are you worrying about?” Dylan regretted the
words the moment after they left his mouth, but in
the heat of the moment he didn’t have time to
regret. He fought to breathe,
but even the
lingering effects of the ice didn’t cool him. “You
don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.”
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