Page 27 of Badges
Yet I keep fixating onher.
Elena’s mugshot sits front and center. I can almost picture her poking out that lip, and the fire in the dark depths of her eyes as they rake me up and down.
Boldly.
Defiantly.
Begging me to break her.
She’s so different than her mother.
Maria was soft, timid.
Elena acts as if she’d fight me for control.
I know she’s hiding something. There’s always a fleeting glimpse of a deeper ribbon of steel running through her.
Maybe that’s what makes her so damn alluring.
No. She can’t be. It ain’t proper, or professional.
My palm runs up the tight bulge of my groin. There’s no denying the effect she has on me.
I won’t.
Pushing to my feet, I set down the empty beer and find myself in the basement, surrounded by weights and presses.
Time to work out and sweat some of this pent upneedonto the treadmill.
When I peel off my shirt and shove my jeans down, my fingers linger over the stiff length of my cock springing free.
It’s going to be torture having her here.
In bare feet, I crank up the speed until I’m running so fast I can’t think.
At least my hard-on softens. If that’s the trick, I’m going to lose fifty pounds on this thing in the first week of her being in the same house.
Better to be safe then fucked.
Movement near the door almost makes me stumble.
Paige.
She’s wearing a skin tight blue blouse that stretches to hold her breasts in.
“What are you doing here?” I grunt through my footfalls.
Her smirk broadens as her gaze moves up and down my sweaty body.
For some reason, it doesn’t do the same thing to me that it used to.
Wrong eyes.
“I tried knocking, but there was no answer.” She steps closer, crossing her arms over the end of the machine and leans her chin on them.
“So you decided breaking and entering was the logical choice?” Tapping the “stop” button, I hop off the slowing mat to grab a towel.
“Oh, Wade. We haven’t had a chance to be alone in forever, so thought I’d come by and—” She moves in close enough to use the end of my towel to pat my chest. “—catch up.”
