I rub my hand down my face before walking toward her. She sits back in her chair, and I sit on the edge of her desk. My hand finds hers and I entwine our fingers together. “You got another letter. This time, it was taped on your front door. This stalker’s actions seem to be escalating. My first thought was coming to you, whisking you away until we can find this person, but I knew you wouldn’t like that. Anyways, I needed to come myself to make sure you were safe.”
Taylor shocks the shit out of me. She stands and her free hand cups the side of my cheek. Her heels put the two of us almost at eye level. Her lips meet mine, giving me a soft kiss. I don’t deepen the kiss, even though I want to.
“Are you okay?” she asks me.
“Baby, I’m more than okay. Are you?” Taylor, she’s so fucking selfless.
“I’m fine. I know you’re in my corner.” She pulls back, our hands still entwined.
“You got that right. Are you free to take a coffee break or an early lunch?” I ask her.
“I wish I could, but I need to get these documents taken care of, but if you’re offering to bring me back coffee, I wouldn’t object.”
“You got it.” I give her one more quick kiss, a squeeze to her hip.
“I’ll text you what I’d like?” she questions.
“I already know what you like, unless you want something else?”
“Nope, that’s it. Slade, if I haven’t said it yet, I’m saying it again. Thank you.” She sits back at her desk.
“Anything for you, Trouble.” I leave her with that, it’s time to get my girl her coffee, then I’m going to run a few errands before she gets off work.
Twelve
Taylor
“You ready to work out?” Slade asks as we both walk into his home gym. He’s in a pair of gym shorts and sneakers, while I’m in a pair of tight spandex shorts and a sports bra with sneakers.
“Yep.” I’m throwing my hair up in a ponytail while walking toward the treadmill. I’ve been dying all day to get on and go for a run, especially after the news that Slade delivered. I stayed calm and collective as he told me what happened at my condo; it sent chills down my spine and left me feeling thankful Slade stepped in when he did. 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.