Page 39 of The Sheik's Pretend Fiancee
“What?” all three demanded, sitting up straighter in their salon chairs.
He looked over his shoulder and winked in their general direction. “Just kidding. We’re going to the gym to work out.”
Angela’s aunts and mother relaxed back into their chairs with Aunt Tila offering him an audacious wink back. “You’re so naughty!” she whispered, then waved Angela away. “Go have fun.”
Tiro took her hand, placing it on his arm as they left the salon. “That wasn’t too painful.”
“It’s supposed to be relaxing,” she teased, leaning her head against his shoulder. If her breasts “accidentally” brushed his arm, well, he could handle a bit of torture. Especially after what he’d done to her last night.
In the gym, he led her into a large dressing room and indicated a set of her clothes that had been laid out by the efficient palace staff. “You can change into those.”
Angela stared at the clothes, then at him as he started stripping off his dress shirt and slacks. “You’re just going to change…here?”
He chuckled, then pulled her into his arms. “Are you seriously going to be self-conscious about getting naked in front of me when you literally rode me like a horse last night?”
She gasped and covered his mouth with her hand, looking around to ensure that they were alone.“Don’t say things like that!”
Tiro nipped her hand, then kissed and licked the spot, chuckling. “Like the truth?”
She snorted, shaking her head. “I think that we both know what can happen when we think we’re alone.”
He sighed. “You’re right. That blastedvideo.” Hereleased her and reached to grab the shirt, pulling it over his head. “About that. I think we’ve got a good lead on who released it to the press.”
She stood off to one side, watching as he pulled off his slacks. He hung them on a peg, keeping his boxer briefs on, but she could see that he was somewhat aroused. The sight of that erection pressing against his boxers made her mouth water, so she turned away.
“I’ll be outside,” he told her, his voice husky.
Before she could respond, he was gone, leaving her alone to change into her exercise clothes. She changed quickly and put her hair up, relieved that a hairband had been included.
When she walked out into the gym area, it was to find Tiro doing bicep curls with a massive weight. But as soon as he saw her, he put the weight down and came over, his eyes drinking in her figure in the tight spandex.
“That’s what you wear to work out in?”
She glanced down at her outfit, then back up at him. “Sure. The fabric stretches so it won’t get caught on stuff while I work out. It doesn’t move all over the place. It’s very comfortable.”
He grumbled something under his breath, and then sighed. “Fine. I want to see how you defend yourself.”
She stepped back, mentally preparing herself. Or trying to. Tiro had pulled on a sleeveless, knit shirt that hugged his torso, revealing rippling shoulder and bicep muscles
A moment later, she found herself staring up at the ceiling with Tiro grinning down at her, her hands pinned over her head. “You’re not concentrating.”
He backed up and stood, then offered a hand to help her up. She grabbed his hand and sprung up, bouncing slightly from the force of his tug.
“Fine,” she grumbled, irritated that he’d distracted her so easily. Concentrating hard, she got into position.“Okay, come at me again.” This time, she was ready and easily avoided hisopening sally, then spun around, ready for his next attack. Angela had been taught that, because of her lower body weight and lower muscle mass, her best defense was surprise. So instead of waiting, she attacked.
Unfortunately, his instincts were lightning fast and he caught her easily, pinning her again. Still, she didn’t give up.
Thankfully, the next few attacks and defenses were more nimble. She never managed to pin him to the mat, but she did remain on her feet and deftly avoided several of his feints.
Then the good-natured taunts started. Some of their comments were funny and others poignant, revelations about their past.But the whole session was…actually fun! It wasfar more fun than the hours she’d spent learning to defend herself with her trainer. Angela was proud of how well she was able tocounter his attacks! Yeah, he occasionally got her to the mat and pinned her, which wasn’t much of a problem because he always kissed her afterwards. Which was distracting. But she could see that it was affecting his concentration just as much as it was her own.
They were getting toward the hour mark and Angela was getting shaky. She was more out of shape than she’d realized. So,what was a person to do? Distraction was an equally viable defense, she’d been taught.
Angela shifted her feet slightly, watching Tiro carefully, bracing for his next attack. He moved to the right, so she moved left, adjusting her stance. She watched his eyes carefully, trying to anticipate which angle he might come at her next. When she saw the glimmer in his eyes, she took her opportunity.
“So, what does it feel like to be spanked before sex?”
Bingo! Angela knew thatthe question had short-circuited Tiro’s focus and she lunged, quickly grabbed his hand, flung his arm over her shoulder, spun around,and…flipped him onto his back! Victory was deliciously sweet she thought as shestraddled him, grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head, grinning down at him.
