Delayed Gratification

Work went on as usual for Daisy. Neither Ugo nor her have sent any apology notes. Yet, somehow they know they can't remain mad at each other. After work, she followed Brett to L-fitness gym, Ben dropped them off at the curb and they headed inside.

The place was hopping and the locker room crowded. She changed and stowed her stuff , then met Brett in the hallway. She waved at Jamie, the trainer who’d talked to her on her first visit to al

L-fitness, and got a smack on the ass for it.

"Hey," she protested, swatting at Brett's chastising hand.

He tugged her ponytail and gently urged her head back, tilting her mouth up so he could mark his territory with a deep, lush kiss. The way he pulled her hair sent electricity sweeping across her skin.

"If this is your idea of a deterrent," she whispered against his lips, "I have to say it’s much more of an incentive."

"I'm quite willing to take it up a notch." He nipped her lower lip with his teeth. "But I wouldn't suggest testing my limits tha