Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law

"Ohhh... look who I found. A thief."

Melanie winced at the teasing voice before slowly turning around. "What thief?"

"Uh huh... don’t think I didn’t notice you stealing looks at me—with your partner in crime over there," Adam said, nodding toward the direction Laela had disappeared to. "I could feel it. Kept me completely distracted the entire game."

"That was you distracted?" Melanie raised a brow and muttered under her breath, "Just how focused would he have to be then..."

As if he’d caught every word, Adam, who had been leaning casually against the locker room door, straightened and strolled toward her. "Don’t be curious," he said with a smirk. "You’ve seen my focused look... in the bedroom."

Melanie’s cheeks flamed instantly. She scowled at him. "I came here to play. Now that you’ve finally vacated the squash court, I can actually go in. And for your information," she added, pointedly, "I was not stealing looks."

She took a deliberate pause, eyed him up and down, and added with a smirk of her own, "I was just admiring my property."

Adam laughed, a low, amused sound that sent a shiver down her spine. It always did, dam* it! He didn’t move as she began to walk past him-until suddenly, without warning, his arm shot out and wrapped firmly around her waist.

"I hope you checked it out thoroughly," he murmured against her ear. "Didn’t know you had a thing for thighs."

He caught her hand in his and guided it down until her fingers brushed the solid flesh just beneath the hem of his shorts. Melanie’s eyes widened, stunned by how accurately he’d read her mind.

Then he winked, adding with a grin, "Careful, babe. Not so hard. You’ll leave a mark on your property."