Page 6 of New Year, New You and Me

How can I be this hot and hard when it’s so damn cold?

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Thirty minutes on a treadmill does nothing to ease my boner.

If anything, watching Molly’s face grow more flushed as long strands of hair plaster her skin puts even more salacious thoughts in my head. Thoughts of what it would be like to work up a sweat with her. Naked. In bed.

Panting for breath, Molly hops off the elliptical across from my machine. As she does, her breasts bounce under her sweat-plastered shirt.

I miss a step and grab the handles on my side to keep from biffing it.

Molly gapes at me in concern, a towel pressed against her neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I wish I, or better yet my tongue, was the towel wiping the sweat from her neck.

Jealous of a towel. What the hell is wrong with me?

Placing my feet firmly on the sides of the treadmill, I turn the machine off.

“So.” I take a long gulp of water to cover the sudden huskiness in my voice. “Weights next?”

Molly blanches but takes a deep breath. “Sure.”

“What do you like to do?”

She chews her bottom lip, and I’m so distracted, I almost miss what she says. “Honestly? I don’t think I’ve lifted a weight since high school gym class. Most of my fitness happens out on the trails. I’m… at a bit of a loss here.”

She could have fooled me. So far, she’s embraced this, the first of our resolutions, with the same determination and dedication she has for her business.

“That’s okay.” I shift from one foot to the other. “I can help you.”

“Help me?—”

“Would you just trust me?” I can’t quite keep the irritation out of my voice. “I told you I’d never do anything to hurt you. I’m a lot of things. I’m not a liar.”

“No.” She rubs her lips together thoughtfully, which only adds heat to my burgeoning desire. “You’ve always been honest. A smart ass, but honest.”

“You think I’m smart? That’s so sweet.”

“Oh, please.” She rolls her eyes and points at the closest weight-lifting bench. “Just show me how to use this damn thing so I can kick you—and your smart ass—to win the bet.”

Chuckling, I quickly follow her orders. I know this is supposed to be a competition. In theory, I shouldn’t help her. But, truth be told, as much as I’d like to land that new agent’s business, I want Molly to like me more.

Hell, maybe even one day I can get her to admit that she wants me as much as I want her.

After I give a few instructions, which she listens to without suspicion, Molly reclines on the bench. I stand on the other side of the bar ready to spot her. It gives me the perfect position to view the weight’s rack and hers.

“How much do you want to start with?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” She shrugs, making those gorgeous tits lift with the movement. “I feel like I could start with 150 pounds or so.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Are you sure? That’s kind of a lot for a beginner.”

“I climb mountains all the time. How hard can this be?”

“If you’re sure?—”

“I am.”

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