Page 28 of Spinning Out Of Control

“Has anyone seen my tie-dye halter top? The one with the scalloped edges? I’ve got a whole hippy-dippy playlist going for this recovery ride I’m filming next, and I want to look the part.”

She rummages through a pile of discarded nylon, that damn towel threatening to drop with every wiggleof her perfect hips. My mouth goes dry, a sheen of sweat forming on my skin just from the sight of her. I have the overwhelming urge to cross the room and drop to my knees in front of her so that I can run my tongue over the droplets of water skimming down the divots of her carved abs. I also have the urge to claw the eyes out of every single person in this room who dares to look at the bare, tanned flesh that my heart and my cock seem to think belong to us. My blood heats, every ounce of it traveling to my groin.

Just when I think it can’t get any worse, Kira finds the tie-dye top she’s been looking for, holding it up while calling out in delight. And then, to my absolute horror and delight, she drops her arm from her breasts as she pulls the bra over her head.

I snap my eyes shut so fast, it feels like I nearly tear my eyelids. I didn’t get the chance to see her naked tits when we were together at the wedding. I didn’t get to indulge in a lick or a suck, didn’t get to see if her nipples are rosy and pink like her sweet little cunt or darker, puckered tips that compliment her tan skin. I certainly can’t see them for the first time now. Not if I’m going to hang on to any shred of self-dignity I have left.

But fuck, I caught a glimpse. A beautiful, painful, delicious glimpse, and I think I saw a sparkle. It could have been rogue body glitter, but god fucking dammit all to hell, I think Kira has her nipples pierced. The thought alone is mouth-watering.

With a half-assed excuse of needing to make a phonecall, I turn on my heels and make a beeline out of the locker room and up to my office, where I spend the next half an hour alternating between sips of ice cold water and hard pinches to my inner thigh to tame my inconvenient and persistent erection.

Kira

Why were you in the instructor’s locker room earlier today?

Warren

Do my eyes deceive me? Is Kira McKenna texting me of her own volition?

Quick, say something to let me know it’s you and you haven’t been kidnapped.

Kira

Fuck off

Warren

Oh good, it is you. I was worried I’d have to pay a ransom for you or something.

Kira

Answer the question, Warren. Why were you snooping around in thelocker room today?

Warren

You’re accusing me of snooping? Little pest, I was under the impression that the locker room amenities were accessible to all Spin Sync employees. I was looking to get a massage.

Kira

Then why didn’t you get one? Kevin is our best massage therapist and he was free all afternoon.

Warren

I had to go. Something big came up and it needed my attention.

Kira

Something big certainly did come up. Looks like you shut down one of those pesky rumors floating around about you. There was nothing micro about the problem in your pants as you were scurrying away.

Nighty-night, TW.

Warren

TW? Another nickname I’m meant to figure out?

Kira

Use your context clues, twat-waffle.

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