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"I think you're okay, darling."

"Hey, you two." A blonde heads over to us. The same blonde that I'm pretty sure is Lucinda Whittington. "How did you guys like the class? You're new, right?"

"Yeah, we're new," Lila says. "I did okay, but I think my boyfriend here absolutely loved it. He's so sporty and muscular. I'm so jealous." She puts her hand on my arm and I grab it and hold it, squeezing affectionately. She looks at me with a quick shot of surprise, but if she wants to be touchy-feely, I'm going to go for it.

"Well, he definitely looks muscular to me," Lucinda says as she looks me up and down, an appreciative look in her eyes. I look over at Lila and find her wearing a frown. If this is how Lucinda acts with every man she comes into contact with, I can certainly understand why Jack is divorcing her and doesn't want to give her a penny, because Lucinda is a flirt and I can tell by the bedroom eyes that she's giving me that if I agree to go into the bathroom with her and fuck her right here and now, she would definitely be going for it.

I'm about to tell Lila that we should just leave when Lucinda puts her hand on Lila's shoulder. "Do you guys want to grab some smoothies with us? A bunch of us usually go after class to the place next door, get to know each other."

"Oh, that would be great," Lila says. "Do you mind if my boyfriend comes? He's the love of my life and we just love spending so much time together."

"Yeah, we really do," I say. "I just can't be apart from this woman.” I pull Lila into my side and she looks over at me, her eyes widening. "Darling, I know I tell you this all the time, but you are just so fricking sexy," I say as I grab her head and lean down and give her a long, soft kiss. She melts against me and I feel her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers in my hair, and all of a sudden my tongue is in her mouth and I'm just loving the feel of her wet body against mine. She's so feminine against my hardness and I just want to take her.

Then I hear coughing. I look up and I see Lucinda is grinning at us. "Well, I know spinning turns some people on, but maybe you guys can wait until after the smoothie?"

"Oh, of course," Lila says, blushing as she pulls away from me. "Sorry, my boyfriend just really gets out of control sometimes."

"It's because I just love to be with you so much," I say. "Right, darling?"

"Yeah," she says, wrinkling her nose in the cutest way, and I realize that I am enjoying playing the part of her doting boyfriend.

Chapter Eighteen

Lila

"What was that?" I say to Max as we head toward the changing rooms. My lips feel like they're on fire and I'm walking with wobbly legs, and I don't know if my legs are wobbly because the class just took everything I had or because Max's kiss was the most fantastic kiss I've ever had in my life.

"What?" he says. "You're not the only actor around here."

I glare at him, and I'm about to tell him off when I see Lucinda Whittington approaching us.

"Oh, hey, you two. I just want to make sure that you know the name of the place. It's Smoothie King."

"Oh, thank you. That sounds great. We'll probably just shower quickly then meet you there."

"Of course. That sounds really good. I'm Lucinda, by the way." I nod slowly because I had nearly said her name before she'd introduced herself. I had nearly blown it.

"I'm Lila, and this is Max, my?—"

"I know, your boyfriend."

"Yeah. We are kind of new to the relationship. I guess that's why we're so touchy-feely."

"No worries. I love that," she says.

"Hey, honey." Max grabs my hand and pulls me into him again. I feel his hard, muscular body pressed up against mine and reach over to run my fingers down the front of his T-shirt. If he wants to go for gold, I'm willing to do it as well. I'm quite enjoying this little charade we have going.

"Yes, darling? You want to shower together?" he says, licking his lips.

"Max." I shake my head slowly and Lucinda laughs.

"Well, I'll see you guys later," she says.

I watch as she walks into the locker room, then put my hands on my hips. "Max, you are really, really, really trying too hard. It's not going to look realistic."

"What part of it is not going to look realistic?" he asks, shaking his head. I watch droplets of sweat run down his forehead. How is it that he's even sexier sweaty than he is when he's dry?

"Lila, you may think you look a hot mess right now, but I think you look slamming."

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