Can’t work, can’t sleep? May as well work off that fucking beer…and maybe exhaust myself so that I don’t dream of Marie’s soft body and breathless moans and the tight clasp of her slick pussy. So I don’t wake up with an erection that could jackhammer fucking concrete.
I sigh as the doors open, turn for the door to the gym, snagging a towel from the rack and?—
Freezing.
What the fuck?
All week, allfuckingweek I’ve been looking for her…
And here she is, casually walking on the treadmill, her fabulous ass in tight leggings, her pert tits straining at a bra top I want to yank down so I can feast on her naked flesh.
The erection I’ve been fighting all day springs back to rigid attention.
Beautiful.
Intoxicating.
And staring at her phone.
Mischief flickers to life in my belly as I toss the towel over my shoulder and stroll toward the bank of treadmills, not moving quietly, and especially not doing it once I realize she’s so engrossed in whatever she’s reading that I could ring a fucking gong and she wouldn’t look up.
I step onto the machine adjacent to hers, turn it on, and match my speed to hers.
And wait for her to notice I’m here.
Andwait.
So, not only would she not notice a gong going off, but she might miss the next big earthquake. Maybe even a nuclear bomb.
Mischief grows into curiosity, and I lean over slightly, matching her strides, trying to see what’s on the screen of her e-reader.
But the letters are too small, especially with the screen in dark mode and me bouncing along beside her.
I scowl, lean a little closer.
And almost eat shit for my trouble.
But just before I topple off the treadmill like I’m a klutzy gym-goer in a bad TikTok video (or maybe a really good one) I spot a word on the screen.
No.
I spot the wordcockon the screen.
And I realize she’s not supremely focused on a work email or a reviewing a contract.
She’s reading a smutty—I lean closer, somehow managing not to catapult myself off the end of my treadmill—and I meansmuttybook.
A grin spreads on my face.
“Thisis what you’re reading?”
She jumps, eyes coming to mine, mouth dropping open…
And then she stumbles.
Thirteen
Marie
