Free Foolproof by Jennifer Blackwood

exposed abs. She glanced up and quickly looked away when she saw I’d noticed her stare.
    Caught you.
    She was interested. Time to reel her in. “See something you like?”
    She cleared her throat and, even in the darkness of the truck cab, I noticed the deepening blush that splashed across her cheeks. “I’ve seen better.”
    There wasn’t a lot about my body that I was overconfident with, but I’d done enough sit-ups and burpees to earn my eight-pack. “You must see a lot of abs then. Have a rating system?” I snapped my fingers. “No, wait, a spreadsheet.”
    “If that were the case, you’d be a mid-lister.” Her mouth quirked into an innocent smile.
    I suddenly wanted to dropkick every single guy on that list. What kind of guys did she date if I was a “mid-lister?” Bodybuilders? Thor?
    I needed to flip the brakes of this freight train thought process speeding on a direct route to don’t go there, dipshit . Her dating history didn’t matter, because in a few weeks I’d be back in Texas. A few times of hooking up, and I’d have this girl out of my system.
    “Good thing I’m not just another guy on your list.”
    She cocked a brow, a clear Payton-ism, her gaze wandering everywhere but my direction. Her fingers etched across the earrings running up the perimeter of her ear. I wanted to run my tongue over each one of the piercings, pin her down in the truck, and explore every inch of her skin. My cock twitched in agreement. I shifted in my seat, adjusting my raging erection.
    “You wouldn’t even qualify, DeShane.”
    “Is that so?” Damn, she was cocky. And I loved it.
    “Not even for the thirty-day trial period.”
    “I wouldn’t need thirty days to convince you.”
    “And how many would it take?”
    Lowering my voice, quiet enough for Blake and Payton not to hear—not that they paid either of us any attention—I said, “I could have your toes curling in twenty seconds flat. Two minutes, and I’d be at the top of that spreadsheet of yours.”
    She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs again; each time, her thighs brushed together. I dug my fingers into the leather to restrain myself from smoothing them over her skin.
    She folded her arms, giving me a great view of her rack. “You’re awfully confident in yourself. Something tells me you’re all bark and no bite.”
    I leaned in and whispered, “I don’t bite. Not unless that’s something you’re into. Is that what Number One on your spreadsheet has going for him?” Dude. Cool it . If I’d said anything like that to Lex, I’d get slapped. And maybe castrated. But Jules didn’t even flinch.
    She readjusted her ponytail and said, “Number One had more maturity in his pinky than you possess in your whole body.”
    I stared at my jeans and let her words sink in. Probably true. This girl had my number. Maturity had never been my strong suit. Something I needed to think about if I ever wanted to get the hell out of Office Jax. I was working on it, though. Halfway through the career book and looking for something other than office supplies and police work. “Ouch.” I clutched my chest and knocked my head back into the seat. “You’re hurting my feelings.” Better to play it off as a joke, even if it did sting.
    “Oh, you have those now?”
    I should have stopped, shown her that I did possess one molecule of maturity, but it was too fun to mess with her. “Only on nights with a full moon.” I glanced out the window at the incandescent moon, which so happened to be full tonight. “Looks like you’re in luck. I might even howl a little later.”
    She scoffed. “You’re sick.”
    I chuckled. She didn’t realize how serious I was about propelling myself to the top of that stupid list. If there was one thing I couldn’t resist, it was good old-fashioned competition. Nothing would beat knowing I’d annihilated the other guys on her list.
    I stared out the window, Kenny Chesney blaring in the truck, and leaned my