Page 58 of Turn Me On

Here we are, playing with our fantasies, but acting them out at last. Wrapping my hands tighter around his, I bend closer, my pulse surging as I draw a whiff of the man. There’s barely a hint of that ocean breeze scent this morning. He must have showered late last night, and that soapy smell has faded. He’s all sweaty man now, and his scent lights me up. “I’ve got a million dirty plans for you. But first, I’d probably do something real subtle, like this,” I say, letting go of his right hand to brush my thumb along his chiseled jawline.

“Ohhh,” he murmurs, shutting his eyes, leaning his face into my touch.

“Yeah, that’s right.” I drag my thumb down his throat, along his Adam’s apple.

When he opens his eyes again, I plunge closer, like I’m coming in for a kiss. He parts his lips, asking for one. But I dart away, instead dipping my face to his arm, kissing the soft crook of his elbow. I’m not sure I’ve ever kissed anyone there. But I taste salt, and it sends adrenaline spinning in me.

I kiss down his forearm to his wrists. “These wrists…”

“So many things you could do with them here at a gym. Bands, jump ropes, your shirt,” he suggests.

“My hands work too,” I growl as a fire ignites beneath my skin. I have to taste him. “Tell me to kiss you.”

“Kiss me,” he says, like a plea.

I lean in and capture his lips. I go wild at the minty morning freshness of his mouth coupled with the faint tang of sweat above his lips. I kiss him deeply, full of a greedy thirst I can’t slake. I take another hit, then I slow the pace, kissing the corner of his lips, jawline, then ear once more. I pull back to meet the gaze of my willing and eager partner, who’s offering himself to me. Our eyes lock and electricity flares between us. “Need more of you. Can I have it?” I ask.

He’s patient, licking his lips as he waits for his moment. Then, with wild desire in his brown eyes, he says, “Give me orders. I’ll follow them.”

My bones vibrate with lust. I’m going to need a minute. Hell, I’m going to need to pace myself to survive sex of any kind with him.

I take a few deep breaths to regain my composure, then uncurl my hands from around his. “Get off the machine.”

He slowly lets go of the handles, stands, then glances at the door.

I go lock it, then turn around. If we move to the corner of the gym, no one can see us through the glass. No one can come in until I unlock it. And one of the best things about my building’s private gym?

It’s exactly that.Private.

No security cameras in sight.

I point to a rack of weights in the corner. “Stand in front of the mirror,” I tell him.

He obeys. I walk to him and stop a foot away, meeting his gaze in the reflection. Then I grab his right wrist, crank it behind his back.

A groan rips from his throat. His mouth falls open in pleasure.

“Yes, fucking yes,” he says.

I slide my left hand down his left arm, thread my fingers through his, then I jerk our arms across his pecs, banding his arm under mine.

He’s at my mercy—just the way he wants.

15

MIRROR GAMES

MADDOX

On paper, this is a bad idea. In practice, this is theonlyidea.

Especially when Zane whispers darkly in my ear, “Look at you. Just fucking look at you.”

I stare wantonly at the sight of us. My cock tents my shorts, a hard ridge announcing my desires. He’s got me pinned, but I want to feelmore.

“Want your cock against me,” I say, shameless in my wishes, giving in to the utter wrongness of this moment—to the dangerous thrill of whatever my client wants to do to me.

“Yeah? You sure about that?” he taunts.