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“So in this future you want, how many babies are we having?” Keelan asked.
I blushed, blindsided by the question.
Keelan’s brows rose. “Would you look at that. I didn’t even say anything dirty.”
Their laughter filled the room, and it was beautiful.
21
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
My heart was pounding,my legs were burning, and my breathing was labored as I slowed my running to a jog around the track on the second floor at Desert Stone Fitness. When I made it back to the stairs, I put my hands on my waist and just focused on breathing for a little bit. I was covered with sweat. I’d pushed myself. Not to escape, but to build up my endurance for a marathon I was planning on doing in a month.
Breathing somewhat normally, I made my way downstairs. I headed toward the front of the gym. Derek was manning the front desk today. He smiled as I approached. “How long did you run for?”
I wiped sweat from my brow. “An hour and a half.”
“Nice,” he praised. “Just know that I won’t hold back in practice even though your legs are sore.”
I snorted. Derek had taken over my training a few months ago because every time Keelan and I trained privately, we ended up naked. The only way he and I sparred was in a class setting when I helped him teach. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” I went down the hall behind the front desk and almost ran into Katrina, the assistant manager at Desert Stone, as she came out of her office.
“Hey, girl!” she greeted me as she passed.
“Hi!” I said with a smile and continued down the hall.
Keelan’s office was empty because he was in the middle of teaching a class. Colt and Creed weren’t here today; they were at home setting up for the party we were having tomorrow. Knox was sitting behind his desk in his office and looked up at me as soon as I entered.
“Isn’t it lunchtime?” I asked him.
“I was waiting for you.”
“Oh, good.” I went around his desk and leaned down to kiss him. “My legs hurt. You can hold me in the shower.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Who says?”
I kissed him again. “I do.” I squeezed his biceps. “It’ll be a good workout.”
He snorted. “Lifting you isn’t a workout.” He reached for the phone on his desk and hit the button to call Derek.
The line rang once. “What’s up, boss?”
“I’m taking my lunch.”
“Enjoy your break,” Derek said before hanging up.
I gave room for Knox to go close and lock his office door. “We can make it quick, so you have time to eat,” I said.
He took my hand. “I’ll eat in the shower.”
I couldn’t find it in me to argue as he pulled me into his private bathroom. Right away, Knox turned on the water to get it warmed. We made quick work of removing our clothes. Then Knox lifted me by the backs of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I kissed him as he carried me into the shower.
He tried to help me wash. He got really distracted when it came to washing my boobs. Because they were soapy, his fingers and palms slid over them easily and he thoroughly enjoyed the feel of that. I didn’t complain, either.
When I was clean, he bent me over and smacked my butt.
“Knox!” I snapped. For the past eight months, ever since Creed had declared he was going to spank me every time he bent me over as punishment for facing Mr. X on my own, all four of them had done it. Every. Single. Time.
It actually wasn’t that bad. I found it hot, but after three months of that, I’d started to protest to save face.
