Page 10 of Body Check

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Gavin barely had time to get his dick sucked. When the fuck was he going to find time tomeditate?

Speaking of dick sucking, he wondered if he’d have time to make that happen today. Although his hookup had fallen through last night the guy had said he might be available this evening …

It was worth a shot, anyway.

“So, you’re inflexible,” Dakota said.

Gavin scowled. “What makes you say that?”

“Most weightlifters are.”

“Ahh.” At first, Gavin had thought Dakota meantmentallyinflexible but maybe he was simply talking about the physical.

But a closer glance at the little smirk still playing around Dakota’s lips told him his first guess might have been accurate after all.

Asshole.

Still, Gavin rather enjoyed that Dakota gave as good as he got.

“Are you hinting I need to take up yoga?” Gavin teased. He took a swig of the sports drink and winced. Ugh, he detested this flavor, but it was all they had left.

“I’m not hinting at anything. I firmly believe yoga can benefit everyone.”

These days, Gavin lifted weights and did cardio to stay fit. To relieve his stress. What the fuck did he need to be so limber he could wrap his leg around his head for? He didn’t mind it in a partner but he’d never had any need of it in the bedroom himself. And he’d never had any complaints about his performanceorstamina.

“Short of taking up yoga, is there anything quick and simple I can do when my brain feels like its two sizes too big for my skull?” he asked. “If tight traps are the issue, can’t I stretch them or something?”

Dakota gave him alookbut he nodded. “I have one suggestion that might help.”

Gavin set down the bottle. “Show me.”

“You’re a demanding fucker, aren’t you?” Dakota asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gavin grinned, catching his gaze. “I can be. Under the right circumstances.”

Something sizzled through the air, some undeniable frisson of chemistry and interest.

Huh. It wasn’t the first time that had happened.

At first, Gavin hadn’t been sure.

He’d certainly checked Dakota out before. He couldn’t help looking, not when an ass as fine as the one hiding under Dakota’s street clothes existed. But he’d never really been sure there was any reciprocation.

Of course, there was the argument they’d gotten into in Dakota’s office about a month ago … Now Gavin was starting to wonder what would have happened if Violet hadn’t interrupted.

“Mmm,” Dakota said.

His tone sounded more skeptical than appreciative now, so maybe Gavin had read both those times wrong. Though honestly, Gavinlikedthat he didn’t intimidate Dakota. He did most people.

“Stand straight, shoulders square,” Dakota instructed, demonstrating it.

Gavin did so.

“Tip your left ear toward your left shoulder. Use your left hand to guide your head down—gently!” Dakota corrected when Gavin tugged.

Gavin let up a little.

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