Page 114 of Play Dirty

We absorbed the heat, soaking it in, as the cold was driven from our bodies. Sweat formed on our skin, turning it shiny and beautiful.

I tried not to focus on the three shredded bodies, riddled with muscle. Their biceps and triceps, flexing subtly, whenever these athletes moved.

But it was impossible.

Ares’s shoulders went on for days, tapering down to iron-like arms that I could still feel crushing me against him. Grayson’s square jaw and steel-colored eyes still left me breathless, but it was the thin sheen now coating his sculpted chest that was driving me crazy. My eyes shifted to Sebastian, whose flat stomach was a landscape of chiseled planes and shadows. My gaze dropped lower — those sharp lines just above his hip nearly undoing me. They tapered tantalizingly downward, disappearing beneath the front of his towel.

“You always stare this much when you’re nervous?” Ares asked.

“I’m not nervous.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian said quietly. “You are.”

I turned toward him. “Oh, now you’re chiming in?”

“Just observing,” he said.

My gaze drifted again, despite my best attempts to control it. There was very little I could do.

“You’re all very… distracting.”

“That a complaint?” asked Grayson.

“Undecided.”

For a while we just sat there, warm. Secure. Surrounded by heat and safety, as snow swirled just outside. It felt strangely amazing, having just barely beaten the storm.

“You know Spreadsheet,” Ares offered, jerking his chin at my legs. “You’re not exactly hard to look at either.”

I swallowed at the statement. My stomach thrummed with butterflies.

“How long we doing that?” I asked.

“What?”

“Calling me Spreadsheet.”

His massive shoulders moved slowly up and down.

I noticed they were all staring now, down at my legs. The towel Sebastian handed me was strategically smaller than the ones they had on. It rode so high on my thighs, I had to keep my legs together.

I swore they could hear the beating of my heart.

“You gonna keep pretending this isn’t happening?” Grayson asked quietly.

It was suddenly getting hard to breathe. I couldn’t pretend anymore.

Not here.

Not like this.

“I—”

The word died in my throat. I’d already forgotten what I was going to say.

And they knew it.

All of them.