Page 41 of Final Temptation
“If you say so.” It took every bit of restraint I had to keep my eyes down and off him as he started his workout. Since I could see him out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was starting with push-ups. His eyes were faced away from me, toward the ground.
I can sneak a peek, and he’ll never know.
The position he was in made every single muscle in his body pop. His legs were straight out; each limb flexed inorder to hold himself up. And his ass… Jesus, this man had an amazing ass.
Does that make me an ass girl?
My eyes went on a journey of their own, traveling all the way up his body, researching every indent and smooth surface. His back was tight in all the right places, and my fingers begged to run over every defined edge of him. His palms were planted to the floor, each finger splayed out, holding himself up.
I could get lost for hours watching the way he moved his body.
Completely avoiding what I was doing on my computer, I was now in a trance—one he seemed to have me in often.
“You like what you see?” The deep rumble of his voice shook me right out of my daydream. He got up from the floor effortlessly and moved over to the pull-up bar. I was caught red-handed, my face more than likely turning a bright shade of pink.
He began pulling himself up, one rep after another, never breaking eye contact with me. I closed my laptop, setting it aside. It was dumb of me to pretend I wasn’t completely distracted.
He’d already caught me stealing glimpses of him anyway.
I stood up and walked toward him, placing my body right in front of his.
“Tell me, why did you need to get a workout in tonight? It’s kind of late for that, don’t you think?” I cocked my head to the side, turning on the charm.
He finished his pull-ups, landing his feet right in front of me. “I needed to let off some steam. It was a long day.” He tilted his head in the opposite direction.
“And you’re telling me a late-night workout was the bestway to let off that steam?” I asked, drifting my eyes down to his chest.
“Are you suggesting something else, Princess?” Truthfully, I had no intention of it, but my mind wandered the more he put himself on display for me.
“Yeah, I think I am.” I tugged on my lip with my teeth, feeling the rush of heat run through me.
“What do you suggest is the best way to blow off all this pent-up energy?” We stood inches away, yet we weren’t touching.
“Me,” I let out in a low whisper, flicking my eyes back up to his.
“What about you, Soph? I need you to be clear with me since you’re the one in control here. If it were up to me, I’d bend you over the kitchen table and eat you from behind for dinner.” His finger raised to my chest, tracing the tops of my breasts that were seconds away from spilling out of my tank top.
The image of him going down on me was something I’d dreamed of every night when I crawled into bed and touched myself to the thought of him.
Confidence radiated through me when the words slipped out of my mouth.
“This is about you, Myles. You had a long day, and I want to make the rest of it bearable.” My hand latched onto his as he grazed it against my tits. I reached out and grabbed the other, now holding both in mine. Bringing both of his hands up to my chest, I guided his fingers under the straps of my tank top, using his digits to slip underneath the thin straps, pulling them all the way down so my tits were exposed.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful.” His baby blues lasered in on my bare chest. It didn’t matter if he called meby my name or the pet names he’d given me over time; either way, it did something to my insides. Flipping my stomach upside down, turning me on so much that I was already falling apart for him.
I guided his hands over my aroused nipples, and with each pass over them, they grew harder. My body broke out in goosebumps at the feel of his touch brushing over every curve. Just like moments ago, when I explored his body with my eyes, I led his hands over my body in the direction I wanted him to go.
Holding the control over where he’d get to touch me next, it was thrilling.
He said it himself; I was the one steering the boat here.
I moved his hands up my tits, to my neck—gently wrapping them around the base of my throat. His breathing picked up when I gave his hands a light squeeze, showing him what I wanted.
As my eyes slowly moved down his body, a smirk spread across my face. His gym shorts did a poor job at hiding how hard he was—how absolutely huge he was.
My mouth watered for him.
He took a couple steps closer to me; his hands still wrapped around my throat. I lowered my hands from his, passing him the reins.
