Page 50 of The Billionaires' Prize

KINGSTON

Sweat pours down my back as my legs eat up the miles on the treadmill. I’m impressed I can put one foot after the other, considering Katherine sucked my soul out last night.

Through my dick.

I smirk to myself like a horny fifteen-year-old boy.

She’s something else. So much more salacious than I ever expected. And her bravado seems to grow by the day.

I hit the buttons to slow to a walking pace and then lift my arms over my head. The gym comes alive around me with the clang of weights and the slap-slap-slap of a jump rope.

Katherine said she got enough exercise yesterday, which is fair, so I’m by myself this morning. The air is heavy with the combination of sweat, rubber, and determination.

“Done already?”

I glance over my shoulder and find Gabe glancing at the readout on my treadmill, his gorgeous mouth twisted into a smirk. My competitive instincts kick in as my arms drop to my sides. The jackass had the audacity to question my team last night, but we still kicked their asses. He’s not questioning my work ethic.

“Intervals,” I say.

He hops up onto the machine next to mine, plunks a water bottle in one cup holder, his cell in the other, and drapes a towel over the handle. His t-shirt is dark with patchy sweat spots, so he’s already done some sort of workout.

“I could run,” he says, finger jabbing the buttons. The machine hums to life, and the belt slides him back. He’s all loose hips and swagger, not quite a runway strut, but it’s so distracting I trip.

Hands flying out, I catch myself. Thank goodness for excellent reflexes.

“Thinking about last night, huh?” Gabe’s lips tug up, and he quirks his eyebrows.Me too,they say.

I know he means our time with Katherine, but I can’t get him out of my mind. Both of them, actually. How fucking sinful she’d looked on her knees, smiling up at him, taking him deep. The way his lips had parted as he’d sighed, tossing his head back.

I shake my head to clear the naughty reel from my mind. True to my word, I’d crawled into bed with Katherine last night and fulfilled a longtime dream—sleeping with her in my arms. Her sweet scent teased my nose all night long as her soft breaths fanned over my skin.

Fuck. Knock it off before you get a hard-on, Saint.

I glance around, making sure no one is listening to us. That’s one thing I learned early in life, growing up in this world. People are always listening. Always watching.

You might try to tell yourself that you’re just an ordinary person living an ordinary life. That there’s nothing special or prominent about you, but that’s not how this works. Not when you inherit a fortune. Not when your last name is Saint.

And I imagine that Gabriel’s experienced some of that as he’s become more and more famous.

So I give him a quick nod.

And then a satiated smile.

He thumbs the up arrow, increasing his speed to a slow jog, then glances over his shoulder at me. “Got any miles left in your legs?”

Is he. . . holy shit. He’s checking out my calves. That’s not a normal glance. Or, if it is, I’m more exhausted than I thought.

I punch the keypad, increasing my speed, and his lips pull into a smile.

We jog next to each other for a few minutes. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him looking at me. Quick glances. But I swear I feel each one like a gentle caress.

This is nuts. We likeKatherine. Katherine ismy person.

He’s. . .

Gabe yanks his shirt over his head.

The toe of my shoe catches on the rubber belt, and my muscles tighten as alarm blasts through my veins. I take two extra steps and right myself.

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