Page 65 of It's Complicated

“Not threatening, promising,” I corrected, yanking off my sweaty shirt and shoving it into my gym bag.

Jamie huffed out a laugh and dropped his shower shoes to the floor with a resoundingsmack. “You keep talking like that and I’m going to drag you into the sauna and have my way with you.”

My dick went rock hard. Again.

“We definitely need new bet shorts.” I pushed them and my underwear down, letting them puddle at my feet. “Or you’re going to have to stop being so sexy and making me pop wood every ten seconds,” I added, swiping them off the floor and tossing them into my locker.

Jamie’s eyes were glued to my dick. Slowly, I wrapped a towel around my waist, his hungry gaze tracking my every move.

“So it’s my fault you can’t keep your dick down?” he asked, pushing his shorts over his hips, leaving him in a pair of insanely tight boxer briefs that showed off his bulge.

“It is when you do that,” I said pointedly, pushing my cock against my thigh to hide my massive boner as I shoved my feet into my shower shoes.

Jamie hooked his thumbs over his waistband with a low chuckle. A second later, his boxer briefs hit the floor with his shorts.

I dropped my eyes to his dick, which was as hard as mine, then traced them over his thighs, stomach, and chest, taking in his smooth skin and hard muscles.

I’d seen Jamie naked dozens of times in the past month, and it never failed to make my blood pressure rise and my breathing speed up.

Jamie was gorgeous. I’d always thought so, but it was his confidence that was wreaking havoc on my senses. He held nothing back. Didn’t try to hide any part of himself from me. He let me see everything, and I knew just how precious a gift that was.

He wrapped his towel around his waist, his smile full of challenge.

“Ready to get clean?” I asked, tearing my eyes from his bare chest and admiring how amazing his pecs looked.

“How about we get sweaty first?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“But we already got sweaty…” I sort of blinked at him, my brain still thinking about naked Jamie.

He huffed out a soft laugh, his expression full of affection. “I know that, but how about we get even more sweaty? And then we can get clean.”

I followed him into the shower area. “All the blood in my body is rushing to a different head than my thinking one, so you’re going to have to spell things out for me right now.”

Jamie paused his walking. I skidded to a stop, nearly knocking into him.

He glanced around, then grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the sauna.

I let him, my mind already spinning and my body tight with anticipation.

“Someone’s feeling frisky,” I teased when the wooden door banged shut behind us. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“It’s those stupid shorts.” He shoved me against the wooden wall of the sauna and crowded me against it. “Do you know how hard it’s been to watch you squat and bend and run in them and not jump you?”

“How hard?” I bumped my crotch against his. “This hard?”

“Harder.” He ground against me, scraping his dick over mine almost violently.

The contact felt amazing, and stars exploded in my vision.

“Oh fuck.” I bit back a moan. “I like aggressive Jamie.”

“He likes you too.” Jamie pressed our bodies together, his skin hot and his cheeks flushed. “What are the odds that anyone will want to come in here in the next ten minutes?” he asked huskily, his eyes on my mouth.

“No clue, but I’m going with slim to none.” Loosely, I gripped his hips. “What are you thinking?”

Jamie’s salacious grin sent a shiver of awareness through me. “How adventurous are you feeling?”

“Pretty adventurous.” I pushed my cock against his. “And reckless.”

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