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Tony scoffed at Dakota’s remark. “Too much sitting behind desks. All they need to do is get off their backsides and do some manual work once in a while.”

Although there was nothing wrong with her backside, he thought, so round and firm, and her breasts… He had to look away.

“You don’t use weights?” she asked, shifting on the hotel bed, cupping a hand over his biceps, almost reverently following the curve of the muscle.

His ego shot up a notch. “I have a couple of dumbbells at home, mostly to help me loosen up. That’s it.”

She smiled at him. “We’re supposed to order room service for dinner.”

“Hungry?”

She reached for him. “Not for anything on the menu.”