“It’s not early, it’s Friday. Have to go to work.” She exhales roughly.
“You do?”
“Yeah.” She shoots me anI’m not sure why that’s such a shock to youexpression. “Peery Diamonds doesn’t run itself.”
Of course not, but I expected her to sleep until noon. I assumed she wanted her company for the same reason Preston wants mine—money, prestige and ego.
“I’m just doing some cardio, so everything else”—she waves a hand around—“is yours.”
I go to the power rack and warm up for squats. But my mind’s not on the sets to come. The mirror in front of me shows her profile. Her butt is round and taut, each cheek flexing and dropping rhythmically. Her calves curve perfectly as they flex, and her breasts jiggle a little with each stride, despite the red sports bra she’s wearing.
So she wants some cardio, eh?my cock says.I have an idea—
Shut up.
Tearing my gaze from her reflection, I do my sets. I refuse to get sidetracked, no matter how tempting she is. Today is squat day, and nothing’s going to change that.
Once I’m done with the squats, I jump up and grab the pull-up station at the top of the rack for some hanging leg raises. I bring my legs up all the way until they touch the bar, then lower them under control, getting the negative. The treadmill motor dies down from behind me.
Finally, the distracting presence is going to be gone soon.
In my peripheral vision, I see her walk to the ballet barre installed on the wall on the other side of the gym. From this angle, I get a perfect view as she contorts her body like a pretzel. Her flexibility is mesmerizing. One hand on the barre, she effortlessly lifts her unbent leg until it’s touching her ear.
I imagine what it’s going to be like to push her against the wall and drive into her with that leg raised, leaving her helplessly exposed to me. My cock instantly springs to life. If it could talk, it’d say, “Enough fantasizing. Let’s do that now.”
Her next pose makes me stop in the middle of a rep.
She pulls one of her legs behind her, the knee straight. The toes are pointed, and she pulls it closer to her back using just one hand to guide it, until the line her legs make resembles a slightly tiltedI. She exhales, eyes closed, then bends her knee a little, sliding her hand along the curve of her calf until the palm rests on the top of her foot. Her spine is arched, pushing her breasts out. Sweat glistens on her flushed skin, but she looks utterly relaxed in the pose.
My body, on the other hand, is anything but relaxed. I let go of the bar and drop down. You can’t do hanging leg raises while sporting a hard-on.
She switches legs. Her lips part, and her wet pink tongue flicks out.
My whole body tightens with the need to loop her ponytail around my fist, bend her over and fuck her from behind. The Toi et Moi ring on her finger winks as she makes small adjustments to her posture. It’s like Morse code:Hey, man, she got your balls along with your name.
She lowers her leg and smiles. “All yours.”
I know she means the gym’s all mine, but my libido does its own interpretation. My long strides erase the distance between us. Her eyes widen as shock flares in their blue depths.
“How many men have seen you pose like this?”
She looks at me like I’m being weird for asking. “I’ve never counted. Why?” As though it’s normal for her to stick her tits out or spread her legs in front of other men.
A sharply edged need takes root—to corrupt her, violate her and mark her as mine. I grab her arm and pull her in until the tip of my dick is pushing against the soft spot just above her belly button. A gasp tears from her throat, and I take her mouth. There’s no finesse, just raw desire. She smells like clean sweat and female flesh, no soap hiding her scent. Her fingers grip my shoulders, and her tongue invades my mouth. She wraps one leg around my hips, pressing her hot core against my overeager cock.
Fuck the consequences. I want to drive into her right now. But somehow I manage to cling to control.No condom, remember?
You can always just pull out.But two of my brothers got their wives pregnant the first time they had sex without protection. There’s no way I’m getting Luce pregnant, adding a baby to this mess.
I yank my mouth from her with a supreme effort. The possibility of an unwanted pregnancy can usually cool my libido faster than a thunderstorm dousing a brushfire. But my blood is still running too hot.
“Breakfast,” I say, needing to say something to break her spell on me. Her glazed gaze says she’d love to be my breakfast. My hormones demand I take up that offer. “And coffee.”
She blinks. The lusty haze dissipates from her eyes. “Matthias should’ve prepped something by now. Do you want to go to the kitchen?”
I manage to jerk my chin up and down once, commanding my body to cool the hell off.
“Lead the way,” I say, then immediately regret it. It’s an ingrained habit to let ladies go first, but with that ass…
