Page 91 of The Price of Scandal
“Are those dolphins—”
“Humping,” Emily supplied with a grin. “They’re pretty frisky.”
“Lucky mammals.”
Sweat beaded on my skin as I powered through each stroke.
Emily’s step never faltered beside me.
When she finally stepped off the treadmill and moved to the free weights, I helped myself to a water and loaded up a bar.
“Wraps and clips are in there,” she said, nodding toward a set of gray metal lockers along one wall.
I helped myself and worked through a set of clean and jerks, pretending not to notice her gaze glued to my ass in the mirror. She could play it as cool as she wanted, but I knew last night had affected her. Just as it had me.
I stripped off my shirt and tossed it in the direction of the door.
Emily bobbled the hand weight, and it fell, knocking over her water bottle.
When our gazes met in the mirror, I winked, and she rolled her eyes.
“Okay. Fine. I feel awkward. Happy now?” she said, trading the weights for a mat.
I grinned. “Ecstatic.”
“I’m not used to… whatever this is.”
“Intimacy?” I prodded.
“Invasion,” she corrected.
I dropped my bar and laid another mat next to hers. She started a set of crunches. I followed suit.
“You could send me on my way,” I told her, puffing out a breath and I contracted my abs.
“I could,” she agreed, switching to V-ups.
I followed her lead. “But you don’t want to?”
“I’m not clear on what I want,” she corrected.
“Do you want more of last night?” My dick went instantly hard in my shorts, reveling in some of the more vivid details of the night before.
She collapsed back onto the mat. “I don’t know if I can survive more of last night,” she laughed weakly.
“I’m up for trying,” I offered heroically.
She slapped me playfully in the gut, making my cock twitch.
“It was good,” she said.
“Very good,” I agreed, rolling onto my side.
Those blue-gray eyes studied mine seriously. “I want more,” she admitted. “But I can’t tell if it’s a catastrophic idea or just very, very bad.”
“And won’t it be fun finding out?” Testing, I leaned over and brushed my lips against hers. Gentle. Teasing. When I pulled back, she sucked her lower lip into her mouth.
“I don’t have time for fun,” she admitted.
