The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

"No,” she said. “You just got here for a workout. We can coexist."

How in the world did she think we're going to coexist when all my dick could think about was fucking her ass raw?

I cleared my throat. "Right. I'll just use the heavy bag."

"Right, sure. It's over there."

I cocked my head and muttered to myself, "Of course. I know where it is. Fuck. God, why is this so awkward?"

"What did you say?"

I shook my head and almost didn’t reply. Then I turned around. "This is awkward, isn't it?"

"But I offered to leave."

“Fuck, Saff, I don't want you to leave."

My gaze stared down her body. She was wearing a perfectly plain, serviceable sports bra, but her nipples were hard.

I licked my bottom lip, and her eyes traced the path of my tongue.

"Please stop looking at me like that. You have to stop. You can't keep doing this."

"Me?" I took a step toward her. “I'm not doing anything. It’s you, your smell."

“You gave me the perfume."

“Did you like it?” I asked her, my voice hoarse.

"Of course I fucking liked it. It is the most beautiful, thoughtful thing anyone's ever done for me, and I don't even know how you found it. I mean—"

“Fine. I’m glad you fucking loved it. All I wanted was for you to be happy."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you shouting at me?"

“Fuck," I muttered as I ran my hands through my hair. I had to get this churning need under control. I was operating on a short fuse, and I didn't want to be this way.

“I'm sorry."

“Fuck, I know this is awkward and tense.” She rubbed her temples. “I just need time."

“You really think time's going to make this easier?"

“You don't?"

I stared at her. When had she gotten so close?

I shook my head. "No, I don't think it's going to get better."

"If we just stay away from each other, we can forget it. We can forget all of these feelings."

“I can't forget it. There's a part of me that is desperate to remind myself what you taste like. And there are other parts of you I want to taste, and none of them are appropriate.”

"Other parts?" she squeaked.

“You don't want to know."

My dick, however, was making it very apparent.