Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to instruct a class to do the downward fucking dog with your ass wiggling in the air?”
My thighs clench at his admission, and I thank the bra gods that my sports bra is thick enough that my nipples won’t poke through the material.
“I’m pretty sure rule number one for teaching at a health club is not to eye-fuck your students,” I sass.
Shane growls—legit growls—into my ear. “Oh, Sour Patch, I wanted to do way more than eye-fuck my student.” He runs his nose along the side of my neck and plants an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive area just under my ear. “Tell me I wasn’t the only one imagining fucking you in that position.”
“You weren’t,” I admit, my hormones winning out over all common sense. “I’m pretty sure I imagined you fucking me in every position.”
I shift my hips forward, and my pelvis rubs against his front. He’s taller than me, so his hard length hits my belly, making us both moan in anticipation.
“Fuck,” Shane murmurs. “I can practically smell your arousal.”
He lifts my leg and hooks it around his waist, and in this position, when he grinds himself against me, it hits my center, eliciting a moan from me.
“You like that?” he murmurs into my ear.
“Yes, don’t stop.”
He grinds harder, hitting my center over and over again.
“Oh God. Yes, just like that,” I groan. “I’m so—”
My orgasm hits at the same time Shane’s skillful mouth devours mine, swallowing down my moans as I come completely undone.
High off oxytocin, I crave more of Shane, so I reach down and wrap my fingers around his hard, thick length, silently telling him what I want.
But instead of giving it to me, he shakes his head.
“Fuck, I have another class to teach,” he murmurs against my lips. “Come over for dinner tonight. We can continue this in private.”
His brown eyes plead with mine, and I almost agree, but then I remember I have inventory tonight. I’ve been putting it off, and I need to get it done. My dad sent me a list of things we’re almost out of that need to be reordered.
“I can’t. I’m working late.”
“With a client?”
“No, inventory.”
Shane nods and then leans in, brushing his lips against mine. Then, taking my hand in his, he leads us back down the hall and stops in front of the women’s locker room. He sweeps a few errant hairs from my face and then presses a chaste kiss on my forehead. “I’ll see you later.”
And for the first time, his words feel like more of a promise than a threat—one I’m looking forward to.
SIXTEEN
Shane
“Dad, Mom’s on the phone for you.” Taylor stomps down the stairs and thrusts her phone at me. “And try to make it quick because I need to get to work.”
“Why didn’t she just call me?” I ask, taking the phone from her.
“Maybe because you never answer your phone unless it’s me.”
Taylor laughs, and I don’t bother to argue because she’s not wrong. I’m not big on the phone, I can’t stand social media, and I prefer to make a phone call rather than text. So, unless it’s Taylor’s ringtone, I tend to ignore it. The truth is, I couldn’t even tell you where my phone is right now. The thing is old as hell, and I’m shocked it still works.
“Hey, Jamie. What’s up?”
“Shane, how are you?”
“Good. And yourself?”
It’s been several months since I’ve spoken to her, so my guess is, she’s coming into town, and she’d like to spend time with Taylor.
“I’m good. I’m finishing up a documentary in Brazil and then planning to make a trip back to the States. I was wondering if it would be okay if Taylor and I went on a little girls’ trip.”
“You mean a work trip?”
She’s done this before. Tries to turn a work trip into a mother-daughter trip, but it ends with her working around the clock and Taylor being bored, asking to come home.
“No, Shane, an actual vacation with just our daughter and me. Though if you wanted to go, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
I can hear her smirk over the phone, and I mentally roll my eyes. When we were younger, she’d stroll into town, and because I was young and dumb, I’d give in and hook up with her, hoping to put my family back together. I grew up with two loving parents and wanted the same for Taylor.
But then I grew up, saw that Jamie had no intention of settling down and was only looking to scratch an itch, and I put a stop to it, not wanting to complicate shit between us. With Jamie, the lines need to be clear. Otherwise, she’ll try to blur them.
“Where?” I ask, ignoring the not-so-subtle invitation to join them.
While I’ll miss my daughter—if Jamie follows through—a few days of having Kinsley all to myself would be nice. Maybe I’ll even take some days off work so we can do something, just the two of us.