“He being good to you, baybeeh?” She moved her hips and I countered mine, stirring up her pussy like cake batter.
“Yes, Bam, so good.” Her head fell back, locs brushing against my thighs as she released all over me.
Despite how much I didn’t want to, I lifted her up so I could pull out. I damn near didn’t make it as cum shot out on my thigh. I had to close my eyes because I felt lightheaded and swore I was seeing stars for a minute.
“I ain’t ever letting you go.”
CHAPTER NINE
Routine
ANTHONY
“DON’T YOU NEED to work out today?”
She groaned as she nodded like she didn’t want to think about what she needed to do. I couldn’t have that because I wasn’t going to be the reason that she didn’t play her best for the rest of the year. We both had a lot to prove to our critics and I didn’t want what happened in England to have people doubting her. I wanted her to prove to everybody that she was still at the top.
Her locs were hanging down her back and she was relaxing in one of my t-shirts, looking like she wanted to get fucked.
Aphrodite pulled out her phone and looked like she was looking through something.
“Yeah but I haven’t gotten a trainer down here and I’ve been avoiding Terri cause I know I can’t trust her—”
“You been working out your whole life, right?”
She wasn’t about to make excuses and have folks blaming our relationship for being the reason she ain’t sweep the majors this year. Even though it hadn’t happened in like forty years they would absolutely blame her lack of focus on being distracted. So I damn sure was going to have her out here proving them wrong.
“Yeah.”
She had a lil too much attitude in her voice but I was gone let that shit slide for now. I’d get my lick back with my dick later.
“Come to the facility with me.”
I felt like she was pushing this off and using her lack of a trainer to bury her worry about her thigh. I’d been careful with it the first few days we’d slept together but I’d been back tobending that thang up to her ears the last few nights. I was sure it was good to go and working out would help strengthen her muscles. At the facility, there were plenty of PTs who would give her whatever advice she needed.
“To the what?”
“The facility. You need your hamstring looked at and we got all the PTs and MDs you need. Get dressed so we can go.” I leaned over and tugged on her hand to pull her up from the bed. She didn’t give me much resistance but I could tell she wasn’t really feeling my idea.
“Anthony, I can’t just roll up in theDesperadospractice facility and start working out.”
She was still trying to find a reason not to go but I had my arms at her hips and walked her over to the drawers that held her items. It was the natural thing to make room for her here and I wanted her to feel at home. Especially since I had no plans to let her leave if it wasn’t work related.
“Yeah, you can. I got you permission from the owner.” It had been all over the news about us and I’d let Parker know that her being around wasn’t going to hinder my focus. He’d immediately told me that whatever she needed she had access to while she was in the area. He said it was something special to have a tennis champion and gold medal winner use our facilities. I just knew he was going to add it to the tour.
“Anthony!” Her mouth was open like I was gone get in trouble for requesting a favor.
“What? He’s a fan and so is his girlfriend. Besides, all of our significant others can use the facilities. You get a badge and everything once the season gets in full swing so it’s not like it’s out of the ordinary. This is just happening earlier than normal.” I shrugged that shit off so she wouldn’t freak out.
I’d already told people about us without a whole PR strategy or whatever it is I was we were supposed to do as a couple in thepublic eye. I knew she had a need and I had a way to fulfill it so I did what was needed.
“That’s crazy to hear you say that.” Phro’s face had a dreamy smile on it and I wondered what the hell I'd said that had her grinning.
“Hear me say what?”
“That I’m your significant other.”
My brows shot up ‘cause I was tryin’ to pinpoint the exact place she had me fucked up at. “You not?”