Page 65 of Naughty Nelle

“Sure,” I said without thinking. I certainly was not looking forward to having to make the climb back up yet again.

As we descended, he brushed against me, sending a rush of goose bumps to my heated body. “How come I’ve never seen you here before?” he asked. “I come here every Saturday morning.”

“This is my first time,” I spluttered, concentrating harder on each step.

“It’s a kickass workout,” he said upon reaching the bottom of the steps.

“For sure,” I panted as we pivoted around to hike back up. The steps had gotten even more crowded, making them a bigger challenge.

My calves—and lungs—were killing me, but I said nothing as I struggled to keep up with his pace. This man was fit.

Then suddenly without warning, an intense cramp gripped my right calf. I gritted my teeth and winced. Doubling over with pain, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Blake steadied me with his strong hands before I collapsed onto the step. “Are you okay?” There was genuine concern in his voice.

“I have leg cramp,” I gasped. “I don’t know if I can make it up.” I clutched the railing.

“Hold on to me.” Having no choice, I wrapped my other arm around his broad shoulder. He was all glistening skin and powerful muscles. Clinging to him, I took a step but almost crumpled to the ground on a loud groan. The pain was agonizing. I took another step with my good leg and then tried hopping up the next step. Forget it. The step was too steep, and I didn’t have the muscle-power to get up it. I fought back tears as insensitive pedestrians, determined to get in their workout, brushed past me and told me to get out of the way.

“This isn’t working,” growled Blake. In a heartbeat, he scooped me up in his sculpted arms and threw me over a broad shoulder. There was a new spectacular view—his gorgeous, tight ass.

Gripping the area just below my buttocks, he bounded up the stairs effortlessly. My breasts pressed against his rippled back, and beneath the damp fabric of my tee, I could feel my tender nipples peek. A trail of tingles traveled down my spine and spooled between my legs. When we got to the top, he carried me across the street where there was a sidewalk and no crowd. He gently set me down on the warm cement.

Squatting beside me, he asked, “Which leg?” His eyes burnt into mine.

I grimaced. “The right one.” Keeping my good leg bent, I stretched it out.

Wordlessly, he began massaging my calf. As he kneaded my flesh, I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh of relief. The firmness of his soft, manly hands felt divine.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Sooogood,” I responded, my voice breathy.

“Do you want me to go deeper?”

“Oh yes!” Yes, yes, yes.

He readily obliged, digging his deft fingers deeper into my muscles, and then worked both hands up my thigh to the edge of my running shorts.

He was dangerously close to my sex. I was drenched and heated as it was from the steps workout, but as he stroked the tender, damp flesh of my inner thigh, the area between them grew hotter and wetter. I was practically on fire.

“How does that feel?” His voice was soft and sultry.

My eyes blinked open. I caught his smoldering eyes in mine. I couldn’t get my mouth to move.

A smile curled on his lips. “Well, I hope it feels as good for you as it does for me.”

His words swirled around in my head and then they hit me like a tidal wave. My eyes jumped to the crotch of his shorts. Holy shit! He’d gotten aroused. My heart galloped at the sight of the bulge, knowing from last night what was beneath.

“I think I’m okay now,” I sputtered. That was so far from the truth. I was a hot, sweaty bundle of nerves.

He helped me up. “Let’s see if you can walk.”

I took a few steps forward and then turned back. My calf no longer throbbed, but the throbbing between my legs was so intense I couldn’t walk straight.

“Does your leg still hurt?” asked Blake, his eyes riveted on me.

“Nope. I’m good to go.”

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