Page 150 of The Tempted

“Close your mouth, Adrianna,” Nikki whispered as she leaned next to me.

“He is isn’t he?” I mumbled, watching him sweat like that, the muscles in his back flexing reminding me of sex. I would love running my hands down the ridges of his back as he fucked me, his flexed arms high above my head as he pins me down. He took a break to grab his water bottle, guzzling it until it was depleted before licking the droplets from his lips and going back to his workout. My whole body ached, my panties soaked and ruined, when his tongue sneaked out and traced his lip. Some relationships the sex fizzles out, Anthony’s and mine it keeps getting better and better. I mean the sex we had last, compared to the sex we had when we were a couple, well, it blows it away. I don’t know if it’s because we’re not together and it’s all so forbidden but it’s amazing. Even after my big speech the other day, I want him to take me into the locker room and fuck me.

I was so involved in my own dirty thoughts I didn’t even notice Nikki leave my side until I saw her walk straight up to Anthony.

I’m going to kill her.

Anthony stopped hitting the bag, turned to Nikki for a moment before diverting his eyes back to mine. Shit! I look away and started on the treadmill, staring at them out of the corner of my eye. Nikki was doing all the talking while Anthony kept his eyes steady on me. Oh, I was going to make Nikki pay for this one.

They remained like that for a few seconds before the both of them started walking towards me. Normally I could handle Anthony, handle the hot and cold thing we had become, but it was getting harder and harder. In my current state, cheeks flushed, wet, and horny, I was no fucking match for him.

“So, this big guy is the best!” Nikki said, standing on tiptoe as she slung an arm around Anthony.

Yeah, you have no idea.

“I was telling him how bored you are of the treadmill.”

“I never said I was bored!”

“Um…you didn’t have to,” she swatted her hand in the air dismissing my claim. “Anyway, Anthony offered to show us some boxing moves!” She juggled her weight from one foot to another as she punched the air.

I raised an eyebrow at my sister, even Anthony looked at her funny, before we both looked at one another, a small smile teasing his lips.

“Fine,” I said softly.

“Good, let’s go get the two of you some gloves,” he said, staring at me.

Nikki smiled widely at me, wiggling her eyebrows as she took a step back giving me the go ahead to walk ahead of her and follow Anthony. I leaned close to her and whispered. “You’re dead.”

“You can thank me later,” she whispered back, slapping my ass and walking alongside of me. When did my little sister become so spunky?

We followed Anthony to the front desk where he got each of us a pair of boxing gloves. Our hands were small enough to fit into the children’s sized gloves. He started to tape my hands expertly, when Nikki spoke up from behind me.

“Oh, dammit! I’m going to take a rain check,” she huffed, not sounding the least bit remorseful. I snatched my hands from Anthony after he slid the gloves onto them and turned abruptly to Nikki.

“What? Where are you going?”

“Rico’s outside waiting for me,” she explained, giving me a shrug and then pretending to punch the air again. “Knock ‘em dead sis!”

“I hate you,” I growled as she reached up and kissed Anthony on the cheek before heading towards the front door.

Now what?

“We don’t have to do this,” Anthony leaned close and whispered against my ear. The hair on the back of my neck prickling at the husky tone of his voice.

Like hell we didn’t.

I punch one gloved fist into the palm of my other gloved hand and turn around, my eyes meeting his.

“Show me what you got, Bianci.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile as his eyes traveled down my body. I cleared my throat when they focused on my chest. He lifted his eyes back to mine, a cocky grin firmly in place on his mouth and gave me a slight nod.

He walked me to the heavy bag, got down on one knee, his hands skimming down my legs until he closed his hands around my ankles and shoved them apart. His touch had me throbbing with need, his words were lost to me.

“Footwork is the key in boxing,” he explained in a whisper. Slowly rising to his full height, he moved behind me, positioning my arms correctly. Anthony walked to the bag next to the one I was going to use and began to teach me the different combination punches. I desperately tried to focus but all I could concentrate on was the way his body moved so fluidly and how turned on I was getting. At one point, I lost my stance and crossed one leg over the other to relieve the tension between them. I kept looking away from him because he knew my body better than anyone. He could read me better than anyone, one look at me and he’d know I was ready to combust.

“Jab, cross, upper cut, cross!” he ground out, demonstrating the moves as he spoke of them.

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