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“We leave everything in the gym.” I repeat his favorite mantra as my heart breaks a little at the realization that soon he’ll be leaving me in the gym too.
ChapterTwo
MAX
“You staying for dinner?” she asks, her eyes wide and shining. I spend a lot of time looking into Joey Moretti’s deep-brown eyes. The way they sparkle with flecks of amber when she’s happy or mad fascinates me.
Her eyes are a safe zone. Because if I were to let my gaze drift lower, I might let it linger on those insanely perky tits of hers, or the way the perspiration on her back runs down the channel of her spine, slipping beneath the band of her yoga pants and down to her juicy ass.
And then I would have to stand here with a raging boner. I swear, these workouts test my willpower like nothing in my life ever has before. I could say I have no idea why I agreed to them, because they’re pure fucking torture—but I’ve always been a sucker for punishment. Spending time with her is the most exquisite kind of torture there is. She’s the one woman I can’t have and the one woman I want more than any other.
“Max?” she says with a frown.
“Huh?”
She places one hand on her hip and rolls her eyes like a spoiled little brat. What I wouldn’t give to discipline that sass out of her. “Dinner?”
No, I can’t stay for dinner. I need to get home and take a shower. During which I will jerk off to the image of your ass in those pants.
“You can shower here,” she offers, and for a horrifying minute, I wonder if I said that out loud. “You know, ’cause you’re kind of sweaty.” She wrinkles her nose, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Well, working you out is a tough job, Joey.”
Her eyes darken with heat. This would all be so much easier if she didn’t look at me that way. Because I know for certain she likes me too. She’s had a crush on me for years, and her brothers tolerate it because they trust me to never act on it. But that gets harder and harder to do with each passing day. I spend so much time thinking about slipping my hand into her panties and finding out how wet I make her that it’s become a huge distraction. I know that I get to her. I just don’t know how much.
“I can’t. I have somewhere I need to be,” I tell her, and the hurt on her face makes me wish that I hadn’t. She masks it well though, and if I didn’t pay such close attention to her, I probably wouldn’t have noticed it. But I pay far too much attention to her. I practically stalk the girl, and I do it under the guise of looking out for her on behalf of her brothers.
“A date?”
“No.”
She grabs her towel off the floor and turns on her heel, swaying the finest ass I’ve ever seen as she sashays toward the door. “Well, whatever it is, have a great time.”
I watch her leave, drinking in every detail of her before she disappears from view. Maybe Ishouldgo on a date and get her out of my head. Except it never works. I’ve fucked countless women this past year, and there wasn’t a single time I didn’t imagine it was Joey I was fucking instead.
I check my watch. Shit! I really do have somewhere to be.
* * *
Thoughts of Joeyand her perfect ass continue to invade my thoughts when I pull into the parking garage at my apartment building an hour later. I take my private elevator to the penthouse apartment, and when the doors open, she stands there waiting for me, chewing on her fingernails and bouncing on her tiptoes. Anxiety radiates from her like heat from an open fire. She hates being left alone, and while I don’t keep guards at my home because I prefer absolute privacy, this place is still safer than Fort Knox.
“You said you’d be back at five,” she says, accusing eyes searching my face.
I check my watch and sigh. “It’s like ten past.”
“You know how much I worry, Max,” she whines. “You’re all we have.” She rubs both hands over her rounded stomach, and a wave of guilt washes over me. She’s right.
I take two steps forward and wrap my arms around her. “I’m sorry, okay? I would have called to say I’d be a little late, but I was on the bike.”
“Those things are dangerous, you know.” She sniffles, pressing her head against my chest.
That makes me laugh. “Pretty sure everything I do is dangerous, Kristin,” I remind her. That makes her laugh too, a soft chuckle that vibrates through her entire body.
I drop my arms to my sides and she looks up at me, her eyes wet with unshed tears. She’s far too young and innocent to be here with me. “If anything ever happened to you…” she whispers.
“It won’t.”
“I’m making dinner,” she says, changing the subject before things get too tense.
