Page 98 of The Wildest One
It’s leg day. That means I’ll be extra sweaty. Do you want me to shower first?
Jolie
Please don’t.
Remember the meme of you stretching that went viral? When they see your sweat, this will have the same result.
Me
You’re using my sweat to sell our team …
Jolie
Don’t be mad at it. Our audience is going to die when they see the footage.
I wondered if she was going to die when she watched me work out. Or maybe the better question was … could I make her die?
I smiled at the thought and slipped my phone back into my pocket.
I was on the floor of the gym when Jolie walked in, the sound of her heels a dead giveaway. I was just finishing a round of abs,and as promised, there wasn’t a dry spot on my body; the last set of crunches, balancing a thirty-pound kettlebell in the air, was only adding to it.
“I’ll be done in a second,” I grunted.
“No need to rush.”
I sensed her by the incline benches, directly next to me, and a quick glance told me I was right. “Admiring the view?”
She laughed. “Asshole.”
“Well, are you?”
“I’m checking to see where the best lighting is. You happen to be in my direct line of sight.”
“Sure you are.” I sat up and placed the kettlebell on the rubber flooring, noticing that Jolie didn’t move, nor did she look away. “I told you I was going to be sweaty.” There was a towel around my neck. I used it to wipe my forehead, and I ran it over my hair, flattening the strands when I was done. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’m going to think you want to lick this sweat off me.”
Her eyes widened. “What if someone heard you say that?”
“If there was someone in here other than us, I wouldn’t have said it. But if there was someone in here, I suggest you stop looking at me that way.”
“I’m not looking at you any differently than I normally do.” She shifted her weight.
“Jolie, the expression you have right now, it’s the same one when my face is between your legs and my tongue is on its way to your pussy. Any idiot could guess what that look means.”
“Oh my God.”
“Did I make you wet?”
Her head dropped. “I simply can’t with you.”
Pleased, I stood and brought the kettlebell back to its home, a spot not far from where she was. “Where’s the film crew?”
“They’ll be here at any second.”
“Where do you want me?”
She pointed to the other side of the gym, toward the rack of free weights. “I think the lighting is best over there.”
I stretched my arms from one side to the other and then over my head. “What do you want me to do?”
