Page 68 of Someday You Learn

She covers her mouth as she yawns. “I thought so.”

“What are you doing up this early?”

She walks further into the room, and that’s when I notice she’s carrying a mat under her arm. “With everything going on, I’ve let my morning yoga routine slip, and I was really good about it back in Philly. I figured I’d get back into it now that things have settled. It keeps my mind centered and my body flexible.”

She rolls her shoulders back, arching slightly, and it’s all I can do not to groan.

Fuck me. As if I needed more fuel for my already overactive imagination.

“It might be quieter in the house,” I say, wanting nothing more than to watch her bend herself into all sorts of positions, but knowing that watching her do so will be fucking torture.

“I don’t mind the noise. This is your gym, right?” I nod. “Then this is where I’ll work out too.”

Resigned to my fate, I lie back on the bench, gripping the bar like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to sanity. I stare up at the ceiling and curse myself, knowing that if I don’t control my imagination here, Cashlynn will get a front-row seat to my cock standing at attention under my gym shorts. The mesh does nothing to contain an erection, that’s for damn sure.

Gripping the bar above me, I lift it off the rack and do my next set, breathing out hard as I push close to failure. Racking the bar again, I sit up and find Cashlynn bent over right in front of me, her shorts doing nothing to hide that ass I know I shouldn’t have memorized like I do.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

Cashlynn peeks at me from between her legs. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” I stand, avoiding looking in her direction, and walk over to the free weights where I grab the forty-pound dumbbells for some bicep curls. Staring at my form in the mirror helps for about three seconds—until I glance toward Cashlynn again and find her still bent over, watching me.

“You have an incredible body, Parker.” Straightening, she brushes loose strands of hair from her face and lets her gaze roam up and down my bare chest. Then, as if the torture weren’t enough, she licks her lips.

“Thank you,” I manage, my voice tight.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles and then goes back to stretching, moving down to her mat and starting a pose. Her body stretches flat to the mat, then shifts as she starts to arch and flatten her back. With each movement, I think about what she’d look like on all fours, bowing her back like that as I fuck her from behind.

Jesus Christ. This is torture.

When she stands, she rolls her neck and reaches behind her to fiddle with her top—which let’s be honest, is basically a sports bra. Between the shorts that barely cover her ass and this top that is straining to contain her breasts that I remember vividly, Cashlynn’s body is entirely on display, and I’m struggling not to appreciate it as she did mine.

She scrunches her nose. “This top is digging into me. Could you adjust it for me, please?”

I place the dumbbells back on the rack. “Uh, yeah. I can do that.”

“Thanks. I think the straps are just too tight.”

I walk over to her and when she turns her back to me, my eyes involuntarily trace the curve of her waist, remembering what her hips felt like in my hands, thinking about how easy it would be to push her forward onto the bench and have my way with her.

Focus, Parker.

I grip the metal piece that slides along the straps and pull it down, releasing some of the tension.

Cashlynn lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh my God. Thank you. Can you do the other side too, please?”

I repeat the process, making sure the two sides are even. The smell of her coconut shampoo hits my nose with each passing second, and that smell…does things to me. It makes my dick stir, and just as I feared, my shorts start to tent.

I turn around quickly, adjusting myself, and go back to the free weights.

“Thanks, Parker.”

“No problem.”

Cashlynn drops back down to her mat and I try with every ounce of control that I possess not to look in her direction, debating on cutting my workout short. A nice cold shower should do the trick, or I can just jerk off for the thousandth time—not that it’s been helping.

“Ugh!”

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