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It feels inappropriate. I don’t know if I’m the only one feeling that, but I swear there’s something so fucking hot about all of this, not just this move but all of the moves we’ve done so far. Who knew working out as a couple could make you so horny? But I have never burned for him more than I do right now.

He grips my thighs tighter, and I know that means we’re done. I slowly unhook my legs from around him and let him lower me to the ground. I’m standing so close to him, far too close, and it’s making all kinds of thoughts preoccupy me to the point that I can’t think about anything else but how fucking bewitching he is.

“I need a shower,” I blurt out before I can keep my thoughts to myself.

“Oh, yeah?”

“A cold one,” I add.

“We do have showers here,” he mentions.

“Yeah, well…” I dare myself to meet his gaze. “I’m too sore to wash myself. I would need… help.”

I suck in a breath and wait for him to respond.

This is it, the chance I’ve been waiting for.

Dying for.

Will he take the bait, or will I have to flat-out ask him if he wants to shower with me? Not here. My place. His. Somewhere near a bed…

CHAPTER25

Lucas eyes me. “A cold shower, huh?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Unless… I prefer hot ones.”

“The hotter the better, huh?”

“Yes, that’s what I like. What do you like?” I ask, not moving away from him.

“I might need a shower too,” he says after a moment.

“Here or…” I lift my chin in challenge. “My shower? Yours?”

His nostrils flare. “I don’t have another client for three hours,” he says finally.

“Does that mean your place?” I press.

“Very well.”

I grab my bag, and we head to the front.

“The brownies are almost gone already,” Pamela calls sheepishly. “Not because of me! I’ve been letting people cut the sizes they want, and… the balls are a better idea.”

I laugh and wave.

“Lucas?” Pamela asks.

“I’ll be back soon,” he says, not stopping, just walking on past.

Once we’re in the lot, I hesitate. “I’ll follow you.”

“You don’t trust me, huh?”

“If I didn’t trust you, would I be going to your place?”

“Touché.”