Page 84 of Bewitch

“I’m going. I’m going.”

I do, but I also glance over my shoulder. He is talking to Pamela. About me? Maybe he wants to make sure she isn’t telling me any of his secrets.

Or skeletons from his closet.

When Lucas finally comes over, I’ve just finished stretching. “So… I was thinking maybe we could try something new.”

He snorts. “Of course. Because you don’t like the whole idea of trying the three sets of six to eight reps with increasing weights.”

“Am I paying you or… Just humor me.” I hand him my phone. “What do you think?”

Without saying a word, a mask on his face, Lucas scrolls down. “If this is what you want…”

“Just for today,” I murmur. “A couple’s workout. If it turns out to be a dud, we’ll never do it again, but I think that changing things up from time to time will keep things fresh. The last thing either of us want is for things to become stale.”

He grunts. “Today then. What first?”

I’ve watched the videos of the different moves, and I already know what to do. I motion for Lucas to spread his legs apart, and I lie down so that my head is between them. I grip the back of his ankles, bend my legs slightly, and bring my legs up toward him. A reverse crunch. He grabs my ankles but instead of pushing them back down to the ground so I can repeat the move, he holds my ankles, keeping me curled up.

“Tighten your abs,” he instructs.

“They’re nice and tight.”

“Tighten your glutes too.”

“My ass is tight too.”

“Good.” Only now does he push down on my ankles.

We repeat. I swear he’s starting to stroke my ankles some. He’s also almost throwing my legs down after the pause which makes it that much harder for me to try to make sure that my heels don’t touch the ground.

My abs are dying by the time he declares, “Switch.”

I lift my eyebrows.

He grunts and shrugs, giving me a smirk that is sexy and reveals no trace of irritation. Can it be that he’s having some fun with this?

“A couple’s workout should be both, right?” he continues.

“Definitely.”

We get into position, and I hope I’m not starting to smell. I’m already sweating some, and he grabs behind my ankles and curls up. I have to use a decent amount of muscle to keep his legs in place as he did for me, and I can’t deny that I love the view of his abs crunching under his tight shirt. Also, my gaze might stray to a little lower on his body. He’s wearing workout shorts, and I can’t see boxers. Does he wear boxer briefs? Tighty-whities? I want to know, and the next time I have to catch his ankles, I try to pull him closer to me so I can look down his shorts better.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he says.

“Aw, are you sore already? Not used to working out? You prefer to order everyone else around, don’t you?”

“Trust me. I get my workout in.”

“I don’t miss cardio at all,” I admit.

He grunts. “A certain kind of cardio is a lot more fun.”

“Without a doubt,” I murmur, “although I…”

I’m not sure I want to admit that my sex life has dried up. Although maybe it doesn’t have to. Those guys who have been hitting on me lately? I doubt most of them are interested in me for a long-term relationship, but that would mean that they want to go out for one thing and one thing only.

A one-night stand.

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