Page 61 of Obsessed with my Temptation

Eliot kept going. “It will only be us, so it’s fine, right? Your little dirty secret will besafe.”

My eyes drifted inevitably to Travis again, who was already watching me this time. The smirk on his lips gave me freakingbutterflies.

It was the Travis Ashford effect.

I noticed that his phone was in his hand as soon as my own buzzed in my pants.

Travis: I know you’re obsessed with me, but this is a little obvious, even for you, isn’t it?

I glared at him from across the field, but it probably didn’t pack a lot of heat. Especially because I felt a flush coming to my cheeks.

Me: Not more obsessed than you. Can we talk?

A dark eyebrow raised at that question, but he didn’t hesitate to send back:Follow me to the gym.

As discretely as I could, I excused myself from my friends. With shit-eating grins, they told me not to take too long or we’d be late.

Giving Travis a head start and walking at a semi-normal pace, I followed him to where the boxers usually trained. It wasn’t too far from where we’d been, but far enough that it would take people at least a few minutes to get there when they finished with their training.

Travis entered the building and my phone buzzed again.

Second door to the right.

It was the locker room—empty and full of training bags, towels, and various other things thrown around.Where was—?

A body slammed me against the lockers—hard enough to scare the shit out of me, but not enough to hurt.

“Jesus, Travis—”

My heart was already racing, but his evil grin stretched. It made all my blood quickly want to pool south. Travis had his arms bracketing me against the lockers.

“What are you doing here, little Prince? Coming into the lion’s den. You might get eaten,” he said, voice gravelly, before going for my neck and nipping at me threateningly.

Fuck.

My dick was half-hard already.

Forgetting about the reason I came here, I pushed my hips out, seeking friction. I groaned when he pushed his own away from me at the last possible moment.

“Someone’s horny. You not getting fucked well enough, sweetheart?”

I reached with my hand to his hair, slightly sweaty, like the rest of him, from his workout. “Clearly not.”

“Is that why you’re here? You want to get railed in this locker room where anyone could find us?” Travis chuckled when I tried to push my crotch against his again, and hestilldidn’t let me. “Won’t your friends wonder?”

That made my brain come back online. “No, I…” I gulped, swallowing my arousal. “I told them already.”

Travis’s eyes widened slightly, surprise clear on his face, as was the satisfaction that came after. “So youdidcome here to get railed?”

“No.” Even if I was thinking about it in graphic detail. Travis pushing me to my knees, making me take his cock when any of his boxing buddies could wander in here at any moment. Where they might see the Prince gagging for the star boxer’s cock. “I wanted to ask—Would you hang out with us?”

His eyebrows flew up again. “In a general sense, or…?”

“In a get-together. We could meet on Saturday, have some pizza or something. My friends want to meet you.”

Travis’s expression was devoid of emotion now as he studied me.

“We don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.” It sounded a lot like something that was done forboyfriends.

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