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“Forty-five.”
My heart rate accelerates, and as I drop to forty-six, I can’t fight it anymore. Planting my lips on hers, I sink against her mouth, holding my push-up until my arms start to tremble. Her lips are hot and soft and eager, her greedy tongue swiping over my bottom lip like she’s been wanting to do that since the day we met.
I can’t help grinning as I part my lips, flicking my tongue against the tip of hers before pulling back and resetting my push-up position.
I wink down at her and whisper, “What am I up to?”
“Forty-seven. Now get your ass back here.” She grabs my neck, pulling me on top of her with a strength that takes me off guard.
I only just manage to catch myself before squashing her. Resting my arms on either side of her head, I deepen the kiss because I can’t help it. She moans, and that hot, sweet sound sends a jolt of electricity through my body. I’m so hard it hurts, my erection poking against her thigh as she glides her hands up my bare back. She’s painting pictures through that fine sheen of sweat on my body, and it feels fan-fucking-tastic.
Her fingers dig into my shoulder blades while mine gently fist her hair, and then my hips start rocking, grinding my hard ridge against her core and dry-humping her as my body seeks that relief I’ve been denying myself.
She lifts her hips, wrapping her leg around me, her heel digging into my ass like she wants more.
So I give it to her, grinding a little harder while I plunge my tongue into her mouth.
It’s instinct. It’s primal.
I want to make her moan again. I want to bury my cock in her wet heat. I want to watch her come beneath me.
I want?—
SNAP!
A sharp, stinging pain hits my ass, making me jerk up and throw daggers at the guy laughing over me.
“What the fuck?” I growl at Asher, snatching the offending towel out of his fist and throwing it behind me.
His lips rise into a playful smirk, but I don’t miss that gleam of warning in his eyes.
“Whatchya doin’ there, lover boy?” He crosses his arms, wiggling his eyebrows at me before raking his gaze over Mikayla, who’s still half pinned on the floor beneath me.
I warn him away with a growl and have no choice but to rise to my knees and block Asher’s view with my body.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glimmering with amusement. But now that Asher’s here, I can’t even hold her gaze.
Shit! What the fuck was I doing, letting myself get carried away like that?
“Wait-ing,” Asher singsongs, obviously expecting me to answer his redundant question.
Asshole.
“Nothing,” I mumble. “Just showing her how to… work out.”
Asher cracks up laughing. “Didn’t realize X-rated workouts were allowed in this gym. You know every inch of this arena has security cameras, right? Except the locker rooms.” He shrugs. “Maybe you should take your workout in there next time.” He winks and then starts laughing again.
I grunt, rising to my feet and reaching out a hand to help Mikayla up.
She doesn’t take it, instead jumping to her feet and brushing her hands on the sides of her cargo pants.
“Hey, Asher.” She gives him a small wave, her cheeks tinging this delicious pink.
My stupid cock remains at attention. He’s a little late in getting the memo. I still think he’s struggling to accept the fact that he’s not allowed to shoot off for a month. He’s in denial.
Mikayla’s gaze darts over my tented shorts before she shuffles to her bag. “I should go. Don’t want anyone getting in trouble. I know I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Asher flicks his hand through the air. “Ethan here would cover for you. He’s good that way. A real man of his word. If he makes a mistake, he follows through on the consequences, you know? He’s just that kinda guy.”
