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“What do you wanna do today?” I asked after taking a drink of orange juice. “Besides me, that is.”
Hunter tried—and failed—to stop his smile. “I really need to hit the gym. But after that…I don’t know. I’m still reading over the kids’ research papers, so I might work on that some.”
I nodded before glancing out the window at a red cardinal that had landed on a low-hanging branch. It pecked at something before flying off again.
After the snowstorm we’d had about two weeks before, the weather had begun to feel more like spring, although some days were still chilly. The high was going to be in the sixties that day with blue skies and lots of sun. The perfect weather to do something outside. Maybe to get Hunter to be more spontaneous too.
“Okay,” I said, returning my gaze to him. “We’ll go to the gym after this, and then you’re mine for the day. No working on school shit or being a hermit in your cave.”
His lips twitched. “Should I be scared? You’re not going to throw me into a den of lions or something, right?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“In that case,” he said before taking another sip of his coffee, “let’s get the check and get out of here.”
Chapter 17
Hunter
I’d once thought that working out with Corbin back in high school was tough, but it was nothing compared to working out with him now. He pushed me hard and didn’t let me slack off at all. I was in the best shape of my life, but I still had trouble.
“Mercy!” I said with a pained chuckle, bending over and resting my hands on my thighs. “I think I’m dying.”
“It’s good for you, babe,” he said before slapping me on the ass.
The action shocked me, and I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed it.
There weren’t many other people in the gym, and the people thatwerethere were too preoccupied with their own workouts to notice us. Weekends weren’t normally busy anyway. The busiest day seemed to be Monday, and then business just dwindled off as the week went on.
Once Corbin was done killing me with our workout, we went back to my place and showered. I didn’t like showering at the gym. It was just one of my things.
“Wear comfortable clothes,” Corbin called out to me from the other room. “None of that button-up shirt crap you wear to school.”
“Yes, sir.” I mocked him as I grabbed a plain T-shirt off the hanger and a pair of old jeans.
All of a sudden he was behind me and tugging me against his chest. “I’ll show yousir,” he whispered at my nape, sending shivers down my spine. Before he pulled away, he nipped the skin on my shoulder with his teeth.
I turned to face him, arching my brow. “Dude, I might bottom, but I’m not a damn submissive. So you can just can all of that Dominant shit right now.” I moved toward him, loving the way his eyes watched me with an excited gleam. “If memory serves me right, there was a time when I used to fuckyouinto the mattress. Maybe I can remind you of that later.”
Corbin’s expression went from entertained to seductive in a split second. He used to love when I took control, and by the way his gray eyes seemed to darken a little, I suspected he still did.
Without allowing myself to over-analyze it like I did with everything, I charged forward and took his face in my hands before crashing my lips to his. He gave a surprised grunt and his arms slowly came around my waist. We toppled backward on the bed, and then he was kissing me back, swirling his tongue against mine.
I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him.
No, IknewI wouldn’t. Corbin was a part of me—the better part, actually—and when he left again, I’d…no, I won’t obsess over something that hasn’t even happened yet.
“Mmm, Hunter.” Corbin clutched onto my ass and pulled me between his legs. His sweats did nothing to conceal the tent he was pitching. “Fuck me.”
“What about your plans?” I asked, grinning between the kisses I placed on his throat. My voice was a lot steadier than how I actually felt.
“Fuck the plans,” he grumbled before squeezing my ass cheeks in his big hands. “I need you inside of me.”
There wasn’t any arguing with that, and I was more than willing to give him whatever he wanted.
I had topped since him, so it wasn’t exactly anything new, but I was still nervous for some reason. Because it was with him—the only guy who mattered. However, my eagerness outweighed the nerves.
I kissed him, tasting the mint from his toothpaste and fusing my tongue with his. He was warm and fit perfect against me. Pulling back from his mouth, I took off my glasses and placed them on the nightstand beside the bed. I could see well enough without them and mostly just used them for work, so he was only a tad blurry.
