Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Finally finding them at the bottom of the pile, I handed them over to her.
She grinned when she saw the shorts.
They were black with white lettering on the ass that said “Madd CrossFit.”
“Why, exactly, did y’all name it Madd CrossFit when there are two of you that co-own it?” she wondered as she shook out the shorts.
“Because Madd CrossFit is actually a shortened version of it. And when we were doing the sign, it was expensive as fuck. It’s actually ‘Madd Taos CrossFit,’” I explained.
She grinned and turned around, heading to the bathroom.
The sight of her leggings, plastered tightly to her ass thanks to the wetness, made my dick hard, and I had to count to a hundred as I waited for her to get done.
She came back out long moments later in the shorts with her CrossFit shoes in her hand hanging by the heels, and I felt my tongue lodge somewhere in the back of my throat.
Goddamn, was she beautiful.
Like so freakin’ beautiful.
I swallowed hard and grinned. “They fit.”
The words sounded more like a croak, but if she noticed, she didn’t say anything.
“Are you working out today?” she asked.
I looked at the rain pouring down outside through my office windows that I’d yet to buy shades for.
“Wasn’t planning on it quite yet,” I admitted.
“Were you going to work out at all?” she wondered.
I shrugged my shoulders and a bright idea hit me.
“Let’s do a partner workout,” I suggested as I walked to the front door and flipped the lock. “I need to get a workout in before leaving anyway, and with it raining and cold outside, we’re not going to want to go out there for the actual workout.”
I should’ve changed the workout at the beginning of the week when I realized that the rain possibility was high, but if I did that, I would have to change every single workout from now on. The chances of the rain actually ruining the workout was slim to none. The poor weathermen rarely got it right.
“I guess I could…” She hesitated. “If it’s something I can do.”
I snorted. “You’re capable of doing almost everything. Even if we have to modify it slightly,” I admitted. “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone come in here with so much potential before.”
Her face flushed with excitement as she walked toward the bar.
“Well, I just have to say that I’m really good at sucking in.” She patted her belly. “And the invention of these shorts that are high-waisted do an excellent job at hiding all the imperfections. But, you’re right. I have potential. I notice that I do. But I think the driving factor in all of this is my dislike for your ex-wife.”
I couldn’t help it.
I burst out laughing.
The laughter built and built until I had to lean over to catch my breath.
When I finally got myself under control, I looked up to find her smiling and warming up on the rower.
The rower that Rogue was now glaring at her for kicking him off of.
“Uh-oh,” I teased. “You’ll never be his friend again.”
She shrugged. “I’ll live.”
I pulled a rower down beside her and got on. “Let’s go for five hundred meters.”
Then I explained what the workout would be.
Ten minutes later, we were five minutes into our workout and I was watching her do burpees.
The lights went out, but we continued to work out, even cycling back to the rower without problem. The only thing lighting our way was my phone that was now playing the music as well as hers that was face down with the light shining in the air.
I could hear her heavy breathing, and it was fucking turning me on.
Thank God that the lights were mostly out, and she couldn’t see my erect cock bouncing with each movement we performed.
“How many more minutes of this?” she gasped, the rower sounding around us.
I looked at my watch in between wall balls. “Five minutes.”
She cursed and I couldn’t help but smile at that.
We were halfway through the five-minute set when a pounding sounded at the front door.
Both of our attentions were caught, but neither one of us moved toward the sound.
Mostly because it was more than obvious who that person was.
Maria.
I would not, under any circumstances, go and see what she wanted.
I was working out.
It was half past when class was supposed to start.
And I didn’t fucking like her.
So that was exactly what I did.
Left her there to get rained on.
That might make me a callous man, but Maria was just not going to be something I dealt with this morning.
No matter if it was pissing freezing rain or not.
“I hate her,” Fran panted through labored breaths.
I chuckled and finally finished my set, heading to the rower with my phone as I said, “Switch.”
So we did, staying like that until she finished her set, too.