Page 18 of Desperate Pucker
“No, you…”
She trails off when I turn around, giving her a full-on view of my naked ass while I grab a fresh towel from the shelf behind me.
I take my time unfolding it and shaking it out before wrapping it around me. When I turn around, Maddy’s cheeks are fire engine red, and her mouth is hanging open.
“Were you saying something?” I taunt.
She stammers.
“Oh, sorry. Did I distract you?”
She clamps her mouth shut, and her lips resume that annoyed pout while she stares daggers at me. I walk past her toward the door.
“Can’t wait for our next training session, princess.”
Chapter 8
Maddy
Istumble out of the training room, feeling dizzy and hot all over.
That cocky bastard.
I dart down the hallway and fall against the wall. I’m breathing hard. Like, way too hard. I’m borderline panting.
All because I looked at Ryker’s bare ass for ten seconds.
What is wrong with me?
Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been two years since I’ve seen a guy naked—not since I broke up with my ex and swore off dating and relationships altogether.
Or maybe it’s the fact that I’ve never, ever seen a man naked who looks like Ryker.
I blink, the visual of his gorgeous, sculpted ass burned into my brain.
I’m not usually thrown off by a fit body. My ex was a figure skater. He was fit.
But Ryker isripped. He looks like his physique was carved from marble. Like one of those Roman statues of the human form brought to life.
I’ve never, ever seen a body like his. He looked so…manly. That burst of dark hair at the center of his chest, dusting overthe hard lines of his pecs…the way it trailed down his abs, disappearing underneath that washcloth he was using to cover up his dick.
His very large dick.
Just from seeing the outline of it underneath his towel, I can tell he’s massive.
My cheeks heat, and I’m instantly annoyed. I clear my throat and fan myself with my hand.
I can’t stand this guy. He’s a smug jerk who thinks I’m clueless and spoiled. I shouldn’t be so physically attracted to him.
I tell myself it’s because I haven’t had sex in two years, not because he’s one of the hottest guys I’ve seen in my life. Yeah. We’ll go with that.
I push off the wall and head back toward my office when my phone rings.
When I see that it’s my mom, I answer.
“Hey, Mom. What’s up?”
“Hey, darlin’. You haven’t looked at the news today yet, have you?”
