Page 62 of Don't Quit the Day Job

"I never said I thought I looked a hot mess," I bite back, glaring at him, and he chuckles.

"I mean, I'm surprised you survived the ride. Let's be real."

"Max, that's so rude."

"But true, right?"

"Yes," I admit, laughing.

"Could you hear me huffing and puffing?"

"I could hear you doing something."

"But, to be honest, do you know what it made me think about?"

"No. What?"

"It just made me think about you on top of me and the sounds you might make if we were making love."

I stare at him with my jaw open. He winks.

"And that may have been true, or maybe it was a line for me, as part of my role as your boyfriend."

"What?" I say, dumbfounded and slightly confused.

"Nothing." He grins, and I watch as he walks into the male locker room.

I run my fingers through my hair and slowly walk into the female locker room. I touch my lips softly. All I can think about is the kiss, the way my body had felt pressed against his, the way he teased me, and the look in his eyes when he'd said he wanted to shower with me. A part of me had wanted to be like, "Well, come on then. Let's do it." Because what did I have to lose?

"Get it together, Lila," I mumble to myself as I head to my locker. I'm totally losing it. Maybe it's because of all the endorphins that were released from the exercise, but I'm feeling higher than a kite and way too happy for someone who is realistically still working. I grab my towel and head to a narrow corridor where there's a row of showers. I walk into one of the stalls and pull off my clothes, hanging them on the small little hook before turning the shower on.

The water is cool and feels amazing against my hot body. As I stand there and close my eyes, all of a sudden, all I can think about is Max and the kiss again and how he'd made me feel. I'm suddenly feeling hornier than I've ever felt in my life, and I feel my fingers sliding down my stomach toward my thighs. I slip my fingers between my legs and lean back against the shower wall, letting the water cascade down my body as I start to play with myself. As I think of Max, his blue eyes, his silky hair, his strong arms, his muscular legs, I think about him kissing me and touching me, and I pause suddenly as I realize there's someone in the shower next to me and they're humming. My fingers stop moving and my eyes fly open as I realize it's a male voice. I think it's Max. I gasp suddenly and the singing stops.

"Is that you, Lila?" he asks, and I lick my lips nervously, not wanting to say anything. What in the hell is going on here? "Lila, is that you?"

"What are you doing in the women's shower?" I demand.

"Weren't you paying attention?" He chuckles. "When we checked in, the locker rooms are private, but the shower's are co-ed."

"What? How can they have co-ed showers?" I press my lips together. "But no, I didn't know that was you."

"Are you scared?"

"Scared of what?" I say, standing there with my eyes wide open.

"Scared that I'm only feet away from you. Naked."

"No. Why would I be scared about that? I'm naked as well."

"I know, and that's all I can think about." He growls and butterflies fly in my stomach. I think I must be crazy or losing my mind because I suddenly feel my feet moving.

"Are you scared, Max?"

"No. Why should I be scared?"

"Because..." I say. I quickly head out of my shower, move to the side, and step into his shower. My eyes widen as I see him naked. His body is gold and tan except for his butt and his cock, which is long and thick, and I swallow hard as I take him in. He is the most magnificent-looking man I've ever seen in my life. He's staring at me, and I'm sure he's not sure what I'm going to do, but I want to tease him. I want him to see that I'm not the sort of woman that's intimidated by a hot guy. I close the curtain behind me, brush past him, and grab the soap from his hand.

He looks down at me and I stare up at him and smile. A little seductive smile because I want him to want me more than he's ever wanted anyone before in the world. I rub the soap slowly across my body, focusing it on my breasts. His jaw drops slightly as I lift my arms up and continue rubbing the soap along my skin. He licks his lips and I can see his breath against the glass mirror. He's hot and his cock is getting harder, and then, because I'm a naughty girl, I slip the soap between my legs, my eyes never losing contact with his. He steps forward slightly and I feel my breast pushed up against his arm.

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