Claiming Her - Tory Baker Page 0,17

Now, I’m hoping like hell it’ll get me out of my own head.

“Good, I’ll get on the treadmill beside you to warm up, but then I’m moving on to weights. Cardio is not something I love to do.”

All I can think of is how he’ll be shirtless the entire time, sweat slicking down his muscular body. The way working out makes your endorphins come into play. There have been so many times I’ve left the gym high from working out, needing a release. I could barely make it home and into the shower before I was getting myself off.

“I’ll be right here.” We start warming up. Slade must have had this gym outfitted for himself. I can’t imagine anyone else putting in a whole home gym with mirrors on every single wall. My eyes never leave his as he begins a slow jog, every muscle in his toned body flexing and pulling. I slowly speed up my treadmill, praying I don’t trip and fall from salivating over Slade on display.

I steadily increase my pace, matching Slade’s at one point until he starts to cool down to make his way off the treadmill. I continue my time on the treadmill, knowing I’ll run for at least an hour.

When Slade steps off, my eyes never leave his figure as he works his way to the weights he has set up. At one point, I’m pretty sure there’s drool running down my chin when he lays back on the weight bench. He’s working on his upper arms, and with every push and pull, my hormones go into overdrive.

Slade goes through each set of weights, doing repetitions on each set until I’m more than halfway through on the treadmill when he makes his way back to the workbench, and I start my cool down. There’s another way to burn calories, and if I have my way, it’s going to be with me on top of Slade. It only takes me a few minutes to cool off, mainly because I didn’t go full throttle like I usually do when I’m at my gym where I don’t have Slade giving me an at home muscle porn movie.

I make my way off the treadmill, grab a towel, and wipe down my face before heading to him.

“What are you up to?” The small smirk he has playing on his face lets me know he in fact knows exactly what I’m doing.

“I’m done for the night.” I shrug my shoulders. Slade replaces the bar back on the bench, then pats his lap while he’s still laying down. I do as he asks, straddling his lap. His hard length flexes beneath me, and once again we have clothes separating our bodies.

“You’re far from done for the night.” Slade flexes his hips to show me what he means.

“Oh yeah?” I question.

“Yeah, Trouble. Now that you know what I want, hop off really quick, take those shorts off that have been fucking with my head since you put them on, and slide back up here.” Slade licks his lip, and I do as he says. I slither back down his body as I stand, missing the feeling of his body beneath me. If I’m going to strip for Slade, I might as well make a show out of it, sliding out of my sneakers and socks first. Really, there is nothing sexy about taking those off before I get down to the show I want to give him. He didn’t mention anything about taking off my sports bra, but I’m going the extra mile. I didn’t have all these fantasies about the two of us for them not to play out.

I hear the hiss of Slade’s breath as my top comes off. My breasts bounce without the bra compressing them.

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunts and then palms his cock with his hand. I glide my fingertips down the length of my throat toward my pebbled nipples until I use my thumbs and pointer fingers, pulling at them, causing my head to tip back and a moan to leave my mouth.

“Don’t you dare get off again by your own hand. I’ll smack your ass red if you do,” Slade demands. The gruffness of his voice lets me know he isn’t playing, but it also makes my core pulse with need. Doing as he says, my thumbs hook into the top of my shorts and I pull them down, knowing I’m not wearing anything beneath them. I’m not sure how Slade will react to the

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