But Max cursed again before storming over to the weight bench, so that was good enough for me.
Popping out of the split, I did a forward bend and touched my toes. I rocked from side to side, which was important for hip rotation or whatever, before standing up straight.
When I turned around, Max stood frozen in place. It took a second before he remembered he was putting on an act.
But he got there eventually.
As he picked up his jaw off the floor, I flounced over to him, so pleased with myself I almost asked for praise.
To be fair, the credit wasn’t entirely mine.
My nude workout pants were sheer, so the material became even more transparent when I stretched. Bending like that had no doubt flashed him the faint outline of what he’d dubbedmypretty pussy.
Whoops. Silly me.
I patted his chest. “See anything you like, big guy?”
He snapped his eyes to mine. “This is pathetic.”
“Don’t I know it.”
I propped one hand on my hip while the other toyed with the waistband of my leggings. As my fingers slipped inside the band, Max followed the movement.
While I ran my finger back and forth along the band, he stared transfixed, as if I were a snake charmer. He forgot whatever he’d been about to say, and when I snapped the band against my skin, his head jerked up.
I arched a brow. “You should probably just fuck me already and get it over with. Pretending you don’t want to, when I can clearly see that you do? Thatispathetic.”
Flicking my eyes down to the bulge of his cock in hisgray fucking sweatpants,I peeked my tongue out to wet my lips.
His ragged inhale of breath accompanied the clenching of his fists. And despite the crude words that came with it, the hint of breathlessness in his low growl pooled desire between my thighs.
“You’re dressed like a hooker and practically begging for it.” His lip curled as he dropped his head. “So, what? My dick responded. That doesn’t mean I wantyou.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.” I smacked my lips together.
“Get on the mat,” he ordered. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Ooh. Now, you’re talking.”
I bounced over to the training mat, using his tendency to slip sexual innuendo into his phrasing against him.
Once I stood facing away in the center of the mat, I reached for the clasp of my bra and peeked at him over my shoulder. “Where do you want me,Master?”
As soon as I turned my head, facing forward and undoing the clasp, Max was on my back.
His hot breath panted in my ear.
His cock jutted into the curve of my ass.
And he gripped me so tightly, I squeaked.
Locking one of my wrists over the other, he held me captive with one hand.
“Where do I want you?” He huffed a laugh, his low voice dark and sinful in my ear. “I want you gone. As far away from me and Camelot Court as you can get.”
I wriggled my hips back, my voice breathy and taunting. “Doesn’t feel that way to me.”
As the curve of my ass stroked over the length of his cock, he tightened his grip and drew his hips back.
