Free Silver Spoon by Cheyenne Meadows Page A

released a sigh. "I don't want to go back. This is much more fun."
    He ambled back to her side, tapping his finger on her nose. "I'm sorry."
    Standing, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight before brushing her lips against his cheek. "Thank you for lunch. You made my day."
    Pulling her flush against his body, he sealed his mouth over hers, lazily sampling. She returned the affection without hesitation, enjoying the feel of his large frame supporting her smaller body while his soft but talented lips teased her own. All too soon, he pulled back, breaking their close contact.
    "We better get you back or your boss will be fit to be tied."
    She nodded, slipping her fingers between his as they headed back across the street. "Too bad I have to work in order to pay the bills. Otherwise, I could play hooky and spend the afternoon with you."
    He grinned. "Ah ha. I knew deep down you had a rebel gene or two."
    "Does that count as a fault?" she asked, peering up coyly through her batting eyelashes.
    "I'll have to get back with you on that." With a merry laugh, he pulled open the front door and ushered her inside. "Back to work for you and off to walk Achilles for me before he leaves a spot on your carpet." Holding up her keys, he gave them a small shake, letting them jingle together. "I'll bring these right back."
    "Okay. Thanks." She gave a quick wave, headed behind the reception area, and tossed her purse in a bottom drawer. Watching Spoon stride to his car, she wondered if a quarter would bounce off that tight rear and how far it might travel.
     
    A half hour later, keys dangled in front of Riley's face as she busily typed in information for a new member joining the gym. With a client right there, she could do no more than palm the keys, smile, and say thank you. Spoon nodded, spun on his heel, and headed back to the free weight section.
    "Boy. If all the men look like him, I'll definitely be here every day," the brunette announced as she plucked her card from Riley's fingertips.
    Riley chuckled. "Between you and me, there's no shortage of eye candy around this place."
    The lady laughed, licked her lips, then headed off to explore the facility, her gaze lingering on several of the men as she strolled by.
    Shaking her head, Riley snickered to herself. Whatever motivated members to visit, nearly irresistible backsides just begging to be squeezed, drool-worthy hunks flexing their toned muscles, or the more versatile athletes heading up the wall with no more than a pair of tight shorts to cover their endowments, she wouldn't argue in the least. Besides, she had her own man to ogle.
    Her gaze automatically picked Spoon out of the crowd, the muscles of his arms bunching out as he lifted free weights. Licking her lips, she took in the sight, savoring every second of the powerful, masculine, toned body on display.
    Yummy looks, sweet disposition, and caring heart. With all those attributes, Spoon began slowly to slip into the category of hero in the romance novel called her life.

Chapter 13
     
    Spoon grinned as he watched Riley sit at the computer desk, making silly faces as she struggled with her writing. Stretched out on the couch, he simply relaxed, enjoying the pretty scenery while considering a short nap.
    He'd called earlier with an offer of a date.
    She had reluctantly declined, citing her need to write today as she had already put it off way too much already and quickly added, "Besides the voices are talking today. I have to take advantage of that."
    Not willing to give up, he'd changed tactics, tossing out a proposition that he pick up food and bring it to her place so they could share lunch together. As a bonus, he would walk Achilles and keep him entertained, giving Riley free time to focus solely on her latest manuscript. She'd jumped on that suggestion.
    They had already devoured the rotisserie chicken dinners he'd brought, cleaned up the mess, and carried the kitchen trash to the receptacle out back lest an