Page 61 of Heart Taker

No shit. The only part of me in working order right now was my dick.

Silas crouched down, and eye to eye, he was far too close.

“Lie down,” he demanded.

“What?”

“I said, lie down.” When I didn’t move, he let out a chuckle, the sound low and deep. My gut told me he knew exactly where my mind was at. “On the bench. I’ll spot you.”

“Oh. Right. Yes.”

He walked around to stand behind me and that wasn’t any better. I could feel his body heat and prayed that I’d get through this next set without making a fool of myself.

I stretched out on the bench and reached for the weighted bar. I did several reps, pushing up and lowering slowly, trying to focus on my breathing, which was way too fast. I’d lifted a lot heavier, but every rep had my arms shaking and my lungs seizing up.

“One more set and then break,” Silas murmured.

I completed my set and he helped me secure the bar back in its resting place, his fingers accidentally brushing mine. There was no mistaking the shock of desire that ran down my arms and lit up the rest of my body, or the way his brown eyes widened. He stepped back and I felt the loss like I’d been stung.

“You need water,” he added, his voice hoarse. “You’re flushed and your breathing’s too fast.”

He’d noticed? Of course he did.

“Maybe I’m coming down with something,” I replied.

Yeah, this former fuckboy, now coach turned monk, was suddenly feverish for dick. Not just any dick. Silas’s. This had disaster written all over it, and yet I felt so fucking alive. For the first time in forever.

Silas stalked around the machine and bent over to pick up his water bottle, and I nearly lost it. First, he’d tempted me with the frontal view, which was spectacular, and now the back view, which was even hotter. His high, round ass in those thin nylon shorts was downright sinful and so was the raging hard-on that I was now sporting. I leaned forward to try and cover it up, bracketing my forearms on my thighs. Those shorts of his left nothing to the imagination. Did they need to be that tight? Did he always walk around here like that? He must’ve had everyone in the gym lusting after him.No kidding. He’s twenty-two.Think of all the guys he must draw. Guys that were younger and sexier than me.

I shoved the towel in my face again and this time, bit down on it.

“Can you return the favor?” he asked.

I looked up so fast that my neck made a popping sound.

“What?”

“Can you spot me?”

“Oh, sure, give me a sec to hydrate.”

I made a show of gulping down more water when in reality, I was buying time so my erection would go away. While Silas added more weight to the bar, I took a few deep breaths. After a minute, my problem deflated, and I slowly got up. Silas took my place, sitting on the bench.

“Wait, I forgot to wipe it down,” I insisted, and offered my towel.

Silas shook his head and leaned back, grinning at me. “I don’t mind your sweat at all.”

Wait, what? Was he flirting with me?

“I broke one of the cardinal rules of the gym,” I muttered.

“Come on, Damien, you and I both know that some rules are meant to be broken.”

I stared down at him, and my breath caught when I saw the heated interest in his eyes. No, that couldn’t be right. I was imagining things.

Suddenly nervous, I licked my lips.

“How was the rest of your night?” Silas asked me.

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