Page 25 of The Seven Month Itch
Her soft moans rip the air from my lungs that would knock me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them. My fingers tremble tohold her again, to caress curves I’ve worshipped for what feels like a lifetime.
My dick aches with need, tensing every muscle in my body. I grind into her center through the thin material of my basketball shorts and her leggings and groan. “Fuck, princess.”
She digs her nails into my back and skims her full lips across my shoulder, trailing her tongue from my collarbone to the side of my neck. I reclaim her lips and thrust deeper, edging us closer to our breaking point.
A noise outside of the studio startles us apart. Neither of us moves or dares to break eye contact. “This was some workout,” Justice says in a murmur. With her guard down, she’s more relaxed than I’ve seen her in a long time.
“Yeah, it was.” I have a goofy teenage grin, and fuck if I care.
She opens her mouth to speak but bites her lip. Pink dusts her cheeks when she says, “You really know how to give your clients the five-star treatment.”
“Not clients, baby. You,” I say without hesitation. My eyes meet hers in hope it’s enough for her to believe me. No one comes close to her, and I doubt anyone ever will.
Her face presses into my forearm to hide a smile. “Come on, Romeo. The gorgeous women in your world are endless.”
“Youaremy world,“ I say against her lips and kiss her again. God, I want her. “No one else matters.”
She rolls her eyes with a smirk. “Not even movie stars?”
“Not even movie stars.”
“Instagram models?”
My face twists at that. “I don’t train them, but the answer is still no.”
A brow raises. “Not even Madison?”
“Not even Madison.”
“Okay,” she says with a laugh. “It’s not like you’re stretching her out.”
My smile falters.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The walls of the room converge. I’m going to hurt her, but I can’t lie. “Actually, that’s not entirely true.”
Her breath hitches like I punched her. “What?”
“She asked me for pointers to try during her business trips. And—”
“And?”
“It led to some in-person training sessions.”
The force of Justice’s shove leaves no room for interpretation. I fucked up. She rolls to her side to get up, the blush of arousal replaced by one of anger. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
I stand and put my hands in my pockets. I can’t bear to look at the pain in her eyes. Pain I caused yet again.
“How long, Terrence?”
Tell the truth. “On and off for five months.”
“So you mean to tell me for more than half of our separation, you’ve been training a woman who’s wanted your dick since before we met? A woman whocoincidentallyshowed up at the same singles’ retreat you’re at, whoyouspent the night ‘talking’ to?” She looks to the ceiling. “God, I’m such an idiot.”
I want to touch her but stop myself. Nothing I say will lower her guard. She’s tenser than she was when I found her before we started fooling around. Justice is not the idiot. I am.
How did I mess this up so fast?
