Page 185 of Force Play
The Stars are off again today—one of those rare weeks where we get two days off since we only had a two-game series on Tuesday and Wednesday. My plan was to spend most of today in bed with Lucia, but I’m not sure I’m going to get my wish.
I get myself out of bed and pull on a pair of boxers and athletic shorts. I walk out into the kitchen, thinking I’ll find her there at the coffee pot, but it’s empty.
Where is she?
Just then, I hear a thud from down the hall, the sound coming from the gym.
There she is.
I hurry down the hall and find her on the other side of the gym, lifting weights.
God, it’s sexy how athletic she is.
“Morning, Spitfire,” I drawl, startling her. She’s so easy to sneak up on.
Lucia pulls out her earbuds and turns around to face me. “Do you always have to sneak up on me?”
I chuckle and pull her to me by her hips. “You weren’t in bed.”
“Just wanted to get a workout in.” Her tone isn’t convincing, but I don’t press it. “Did you miss me, Casanova?”
“You know I did,” I admit. “I like waking up with you beside me.”
“Sorry,” she sighs. “Just… wanted to get up.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Everything okay, though?”
She forces a soft smile. “Fine. Everything is fine.”
“As long as you’re sure.”
Lucia takes a deep breath and lets it out. “I’m going to get back to my workout.”
“Okay…” I make no attempt to move, so she backs up from me and turns around to finish her workout.
I just stand there and watch like a creep.
She makes a show of lifting the weights, knowing that I’m staring. She looks over her shoulder once and smirks.
And then she squats.
I’ve told her I can’t be here when she does those, so this is intentional.
Lucia is beckoning me without words to move closer, and like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn right in.
She gasps as I grasp her hips from behind, pulling her ass to rest against my hardening cock. “You know what that does to me, Spitfire.”
She rolls her hips over me, and I groan. “Maybe I do.”
“Are you trying to get me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Ari.”
“Lose your clothing,” I growl. “Then I want you on all fours as you stare at the mirror.”
We haven’t checked off mirror sex yet, so I think it’s time we do.
Lucia frantically removes her clothing as I free myself of mine, sliding in behind her from where she rests on the gym mat.
