Page 101 of The Pucking Wrong Man

What show exactly?

He grinned and my head swam.

“Soon,” I choked out as he strode toward the treadmill.

An ass like that should be illegal, I decided as he stepped onto the machine.

Don’t stare at his ass anymore! I hissed to myself as I jerked my gaze away. I attempted to distract myself by staring around the gym. I’d seen it briefly in that first tour, but looking at it now, it was just another reminder of how in over my head I was in this home.

The gym was a marvel, a wonderland of fitness that would fit any athlete’s dream. It had everything you could possibly need or want, all neatly arranged in a space that oozed luxury and functionality. There were literal rows of gleaming equipment, like he was expecting his entire team to show up for a workout.

Hell, maybe that did happen. I couldn’t imagine that their arena gym was as nice as this.

The thought made me feel a bit faint.

In one corner there was even a sauna. And was that an ice bath? My leg groaned as I pushed it, as if it were reminding me how nice that would be to soak in after a day of classes.

I was still not convinced I wasn’t imagining all of this.

My gaze darted back to Camden’s ass, and I decided I must be.

With each stretch, I pushed myself to go deeper, the ache in my muscles a welcome distraction from the intensity of Camden’s gaze.

I turned to do another stretch?—

“Fuck!” Camden cursed as a hard thud sounded in the room as something hit the floor.

Twirling around, my gaze dropped when I realized the thunk had been Camden falling off the treadmill.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I rushed to his side, my hands shaking with adrenaline as I helped him to his feet. Camden winced as he straightened up, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rubbed his side where he had landed awkwardly.

He sighed as his head fell back, eyes glued to the ceiling for a moment before he tipped his chin down and met me gaze.

Ohhhh. I inhaled sharply at the primal lust in his eyes. Camden’s lips curled into a sexy half-smile. “I’ll live,” he finally muttered, his voice low and husky. “Maybe.”

I backed away like I’d been burned, hustling back over the mats before I did something crazy...like jump him.

Camden

This was hell. Obviously, all those good deeds I’d done in my life hadn’t held much weight because watching her in those tight yoga pants was literally going to kill me.

I’d thought I was hallucinating when I’d glanced at the mirror and saw her standing at the doors. I hadn’t been able to sleep after I’d finally tasted her yesterday, and rather than break into her room and ravage her...I’d come down to the gym.

It had seemed like a solid plan until she’d appeared.

Anastasia’s tits looked fucking incredible in that sports bra. I couldn’t help but think about diving in every time I glanced over. There was no padding in that thing. When her nipples had pushed through the fabric...well my dirty thoughts must have been why I was being punished right now.

It wasn’t my fault that I’d fallen off the treadmill. What was a guy supposed to do when faced with that kind of perfection? She’d been faced away from me, her lithe body changing my life.

I wasn’t an ass or tits man anymore. I was an Anastasia man. Her body was life-altering, mind-blowing, oxygen-stealing.

Of course I’d fallen off the damn treadmill. I was just lucky I hadn’t been operating any machinery or lifting weights when she’d turned and showed me that ass.

I definitely would have died.

But what a way to go…with the sight of her in my eyes.

CHAPTER 19

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