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Shit.
“Come on, then. There’s an empty machine right next to me!” Before I can look away, she grabs his large forearm and pulls him farther into the room. The movement severs our eye contact, and that’s probably for the best. I was starting to feel all warm and tingly for the devil, and that can’t happen. Especially after the realization I had when I was leaving work tonight. There’s no way I’m letting Latham anywhere near my libido, at least not until I have proof he’s the one who made the other bid.
When I’m all stretched out, I return to my bike. Yes, the one positioned right in front of Latham. He gives me a confident, cocky grin, one I return immediately. “Hello,” I say, turning around and giving him my backside.
“Hey,” he replies, even though he can’t see my face anymore.
“Good evening, friends! Are we ready for a workout?” Staci says into her headphones, the sound of her voice carrying through the speakers. “Welcome to Ladies Spinning to Pop Divas. Let’s get those leg muscles burning, shall we?”
“Pop divas?” I hear Latham ask behind me as I start to move my legs, a victorious smile spreading across my face, just as Cher starts to blast through the sound system. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he grumbles.
“Oh, stop being a ninny,” Felicity coos. “It’s fun! And besides, after our workout, I’ll buy you a drink.”
I roll my eyes so big, I’m sure the instructor can only see white. Doing everything I can to push Felicity and Latham out of my mind, I start to move my legs, loving the way the burn starts in my calves and spreads to my thighs. I lean forward, positioning my forearms on the handles and start to push through the pain. I’ve taken this class for a few years now, and have no problems following Staci’s instructions. It doesn’t take long until we’re pumping our arms and thrusting our hips upward, pedaling like hell and starting to sweat.
“Come on, ladies,” Staci bellows, “and gentleman. Let’s get those hips thrusting!”
I do as instructed, and even though the music is loud, I can clearly hear Latham’s moan. It sounds almost…orgasmic.
“You okay?” Felicity asks, and I can’t help but glance over my shoulder.
If the ass goes down and has a stroke from spinning, I kinda want to witness it. What I wasn’t expecting was to find his eyes glued firmly on my ass. He’s pedaling just as fast, thrusting his own hips upward in a manner that can only be described as sexual, and watching me move. A sliver of pride bursts through me, along with something else that settles between my legs.
It’s also the first time I really notice his appearance. He’s wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off and basketball shorts, but it’s the hard, corded muscles that draw my attention. Well, that and his tattoos. Yes, tattoos. As in multiples. There’s several on his arms, which I’m surprised I hadn’t really noticed before, but also one on his right calf. When he moves, they all jump and flex under the hardness beneath, making my mouth go dry and my panties wet.
“Focus, ladies!” Staci hollers, drawing my attention back to the front of the room. It made me realize I had slowed down considerably, wasn’t even close to the same pace as the rest of the class. These are the kinds of distractions I can’t allow myself to have, and that’s exactly what Latham Douglas is: a distraction.
Returning my focus to the class and the workout, I catch back up with the instructor and pedal twice as hard, determined to not let him have one more ounce of my attention. It’s hard though, when Felicity continues to annoyingly talk and compliment the Devil as if he were the spinning master. It almost makes me throw up in my mouth.
When the thirty minute session is finally complete, I sit back on my seat, letting my legs begin to slow their forward motion. I squirt a little water into my mouth, noticing how out of breath I am. I’m never this winded, yet I feel like I just ran a marathon in the rain. Sweat is definitely not attractive.
My legs are a little wobbly when I stand up, so I immediately start to stretch them out. As I’m bent over, a shadow falls over me. “Did you enjoy your first Ladies Spinning to Pop Divas class?” I ask without looking his way.
“I did. The view was phenomenal.”
I glance up and meet his bright eyes. “Pig.”
That only makes him laugh. “Guilty,” he says as he takes a drink from his bottle. “I didn’t know you took spin class, though I’m not surprised. Your ass is definitely well worked,” he says, the sexual innuendo clear.
“Well, I do enjoy a good workout on my ass,” I quip, giving him a smug smile.
“I just bet you do,” he whispers, his voice deep and husky.
He takes a step forward, his large body impeding in my personal space, and my eyes look up to meet his. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. He’s right there, his body pressed against mine, when that annoying voice breaks the silence. “Are you ready, Lath?”
I jump back, stumbling into my bike. I’m saved from taking a tumble when his big arms reach out and grab me. Shockwaves of lust slam into me, filling my senses with his scent and his touch. My wide eyes meet his equally shocked ones, but that look quickly disappears. It’s replaced by a cocky smile.
Righting myself and shaking off his hands, I say, “Well, Lath, you don’t want to keep her waiting.”
His smile slips a bit and his eyes sober. “Why don’t you come with us?” he asks, the look on his face clear he doesn’t really want to go have drinks with her.
“Sorry, I can’t. I have to head home and take care of my dog,” I say, grabbing my towel and wiping my neck. I reach for my water bottle, but don’t see it in the holder. That’s when I realize it’s in the Devil’s hand. The asshole has been drinking my water.
“Oh, too bad,” Felicity says, clearly not upset at all I can’t go. “Maybe next time.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I reply with a sweet smile. “Anyway, you two have fun,” I add, reaching for my water. He doesn’t hand it over right away. Instead, slowly brings it to his mouth and squeezes. He takes a long drink, his eyes locked on mine as his throat muscles work to swallow the liquid, before handing it back to me. I feel his gaze as I bring it up to my mouth and place my lips in the very spot his just sat. A shiver sweeps through my body.
“Well, let’s go, Lath. We can celebrate my new position underneath you!” she exclaims, making me choke on the water I’m swallowing.
My eyes meet his as he pats my back. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I gasp. Turning toward Felicity, I can’t help but ask, “New position?”
“I’m Latham’s new girl!”
“At the hardware store,” he adds quickly, the slight hint of reservation in his voice.
“Yep. I start tomorrow morning and get to spend all day shadowing him and working beside him. It’s going to be sooooo fun,” she says, threading her arms through his and plastering herself against his side.
“Well, congrats to you,” I say to her with a smirky smile. “I mean, there’s no one better to sell wood and screws than you. You’re an expert.” Felicity’s mouth flies open and Latham chokes on air, but tries to cover it quickly with a cough. “Anyway, you two have fun.”
