Page 30 of Tempt

“I had a prior commitment.”

He’s hogging one side of the mat. There’s a yellow behind his opposite leg, but I’m not sure I can stretch that far without lifting my foot.

I shoot him a look before folding in half and planting my second hand between his legs.

“There.”

I’m triumphant until my weight shifts and I feel my shirt ride up my back.

“Impressive.”

“I did two years of JV cheerleading. You play any sports?”

“Ultimate frisbee. I have fantastic hands. They called me Soft Touch.”

“That’s what you call a toothbrush.”

He leans closer. “I’m still deciding where to give you that tattoo.”

My ass is sticking up in the air. Probably a few inches from his face.

“Oh, I’ll be the one handing it out. A dog on your arm won’t be nearly as embarrassing as what I’m going to do to you.”

Eventually I hear the light flicking sound of the spinner.

“Right hand blue.”

Blue is on my side of the mat.

There are a couple of ways he can get at it. One is around me, and the other is over top of me.

“Let’s see it, Soft Touch.”

His front fits to my back so his body is flush with mine. I feel a drop of sweat start on my forehead and I close my eyes.

He smells fantastic, and my wavering confidence that he was going to bail is demolished.

“You’re trying to distract me with that cologne,” I pant, from the exertion or his closeness.

“I’m not wearing any.”

He smells that amazing without help?

Spin the wheel.

I reach for it, and the twisting motion makes me press against his body.

Awareness ripples through me.

“I’ve decided where it’s going. Your tattoo,” he mutters.

“Where’s that?”

“Your cheek.”

I glance back at my ass. “Which one? I think the right side is bigger. But you have a better view.”

Pause.

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