Page 26 of D.I.E.T. (Did I Eat That?)

“I’m going home,” I whispered. “It was nice while it lasted.” I tried to push him off of me.

“You’re not going home. It’s late. It’s cold. And honestly, I like the feel of you next to me.”

“This is so embarrassing… Sinjin, you have no idea. I was in a hurry and it was an awkward angle to hold the razor. Nature retook the landscaping, if you know what I mean. After my last breakup, I sort of let that area go.”

“Baby, I don’t care if I have to hack away with a mini machete to find my way in, there’s no place I’d rather be. Please don’t ever be embarrassed around me. We’re new, but Brigeeta, we’re real, okay?”

Instead of letting me answer, Sinjin kissed me. Slow and sweet and totally, well, Sinjin. The playfulness from earlier was replaced by something entirely different. From the way he moved on me to the way he moved inside me, holding me as he ground down, making me feel wanted, desired, Sinjin mastered my body.

He led me down the orgasm trail four times before he finally followed. Four times.Four. I didn’t know I was capable of the magical fourpeat, yet Sinjin as my witness, it happened. I’d found my unicorn in this man.

And I wouldn’t go as far as to say I hadskillz, but when he finished, he rolled us in order to hold me, kissed my temple, and promptly passed out.

I watched him breathe while he slept. No one could deny, the man owned handsome. The longer I lay there in the dark with my head pressed to his chest, the more I realized the danger I faced being here. Sinjin hadn’t only mastered my body, but I was pretty sure he mastered my heart.

The last man to have that power crushed me. Life with the numbnut-who-shall-not-be-named had started out great, hooked me until I’d fallen, and then he’d changed completely. Could I risk my heart again with Sinjin?

Nine:

So to recap. The morning after pretty much did me in. He got frisky with me in the bed because everyone knew morning nookie was the best nookie and then he got frisky again in the shower, after which, to my utter horrification, he helped me trim the topiary. Though it looked good. Points for Sinjin’s trimming skills.

Dressed in our bootcamp gear with work clothes packed, he made me a protein smoothie with berries and yogurt before we left for the gym.

He kicked bootcamp’s butt, whereas I, however, struggled a bit. Not because I couldn’t keep up with the exercises, but because I was sore. He had me using muscles that I hadn’t worked out in years. I didn’t let it show. The last thing I wanted to do was explain to Trevor that I had a sex hangover.

Then after a quick shower to get the sweat off me, I changed into my work attire and met Sinjin outside of the women’s locker room. He drove me to work, pulling up in front of the shop, then proceeded to kiss the crap out of me before letting me go to set up for my first client.

Several clients in, I walked into my room carrying fresh sheets to see none other than Sinjin sitting naked on the table waiting for me. “What are you doing?” I asked, hurriedly bringing him a sheet to cover up with. “My next client could walk in at any time.”

“Check your books, sunshine. I am your next client.”

“You can’t be my next client.”

“Why can’t I?” he asked.

“Because we’ve hadsex.” I dropped my voice to a whisper on the wordsex, as if anyone outside this room could hear me. “It would be weird.”

“I’m not sure why.”

“Because you’re invading my work space.”

“Well, if you want me gone, give me my massage. That workout today did me in after the workout you gave me last night. And let’s not forget this morning.”

I blanched. “It did not. You were right on top of everything this morning.”

“To which ‘on top of’ are you referring, baby? I can tell you whichI’mremembering.” Not that his words didn’t clue me in, but from the sly smile spread across his face, I knew exactly which he was remembering, and I couldn’t help smile back.

“Up,” I ordered. I needed to replace the bottom sheet before we went on, though I always gave the table a thorough disinfecting when I finished with a client, which was good considering that he sat on it, bare butt plastered to the thick, sea-green vinyl.

Sinjin stood, allowing me to lay the sheet down, then took back his position on the table, this time flipping to lie on his stomach. I oiled up my hands with the peppermint, helichrysum, and marjoram blended oil that I used to release tension, reduce swelling in clients, and even minimize pain. I found the areas that needed the most work and went for it. The moan he released when I worked out a particularly tight knot in his shoulder sounded almost sexual and of anybody, I now knew the sound of his sexually-motivated moans.

“Baby, I’ve got a muscle that really needs your attention,” he said right before taking me off-guard, flipping to his back, his sheet flittering to the floor in order to show off his gloriously prominent erection.

“Cover that up,” I ordered. “This is my work.”

But Sinjin didn’t cover himself up. He stood, strode to the door to make sure it was locked, and walked back over to the table, snagging my hand as he passed me. “Help me work out the tension, Geet,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the hinge of my jaw and maddeningly slow, he worked his way up until he reached my lips. I turned to putty in this man’s arms.

“We can’t,” I tried to protest. “My job…” Though secretly my inner cheerleader cheered us on with vigor.

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