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Closing my eyes, I force my brain to think of her like a guy. That’s the only way I’m gonna get through this.
“You need to do something to blow off whatever’s going on in there.” I grind out the words while pointing at her chest.
She’s a guy. She’s a guy. She’s a guy!
Forcing my gaze away from her tits, I clap my hands and bark, “Drop and gimme fifty.”
“Fifty?” She jerks her head back.
Yeah, I get it. I’m asking too much, but she’s not frowning anymore, is she?
Her eyes narrow at my challenging smirk, then she crosses arms and eyes me up with this fiery sharp look that’s sexy as hell. “Okay, fine.”
Lifting that obstinate chin of hers, she drops to the floor, getting into push-up position and pumping out a quick ten. Holy shit, she’s strong. Most of the girls I know probably can’t even do one. Her form is impeccable.
I stand back, mouth agape, even when her pace starts to slow. She gets to twenty-eight before her arms give out on her.
I hiss, and she scowls up at me from the floor.
“Oh, shut up. You give me fifty.”
I drop with a soft laugh and start pumping them out. She lets out an irritated tut, no doubt annoyed that I’m gonna hit fifty, no sweat.
I’ve just reached twenty-one when she huffs, then jumps on my back.
“Unfair advantage,” I murmur, reaching twenty-five.
“Aw, you can’t handle a little mouse on your back?” She digs her chin into my shoulder, whispering in my ear, her breath tickling the side of my neck and setting my imagination on fire again. The wicked things I want to do to this spitfire.
I’m at thirty-two when she starts running her fingers lightly up the back of my neck, and when I hit thirty-nine, she starts trailing them down my side, the pads of her fingers whispering over my rib cage while she taunts me.
“Eighteen, twenty-nine, thirty-four.” She laughs in my ear. “You losing count yet?”
I need to shut this girl up… with my tongue.
Tipping sideways, I flip her off my back. She lands on the padded floor with a thud, then laughs as she tries to roll away from me. But that’s not happening.
Grabbing her arm, I pin her underneath me and reset my push-up position while she goes still and breathless. There’s no fear or surprise in her gaze. If anything, it’s gleaming hotter than I’ve ever seen it before.
I lower myself over her and murmur, “Forty,” against her cheek.
As I rise back up, I notice how blue her eyes are in this light.
“Forty-one.”
I smell the vanilla in her hair.
“Forty-two.”
Her lips don’t have gloss on them today, but they’re still pink and plump and?—
“Forty-three.”
Her eyes trace my face as if she’s trying to memorize it.
“Forty-four.”
A soft breath whispers out of her, hitting my chin.
