Page 52 of Expecting an Argument
If I hadn’t been wearing a shirt, I might have thought she was ogling me.
With a sigh, I put down my weight and sat on the end of the workout bench to face her. “Do you need me?”
Her nose wrinkled with distaste.“No.My hips are just aching again, so I’m letting them rest.”
I leaned on my knees. “The problem probably isn’t your hips, you know.”
“Oh really? I invite you to trade bodies with me and try to get out of bed every morning.”
“I minored in physiology, Adams,” I said with a smirk. “It’s probably your glutes that are disrupting the whole system.”
She hummed. “I thought you would have studied business, or something equally as douchey.”
I actuallymajoredin business, and had a whole douchey diploma hanging in the study to prove it, but that wasn’timportant at the moment.
“The human body is a machine and I wanted to know how it works,” I answered with a shrug. “If you’re up for it, we can try a massage and see if it helps.”
Olivia got on all fours again. “I don’t care if you beat me with a tire iron as long as I get some relief.”
I left the bench and knelt behind her on the mat before my brain caught up to realize what I was doing. I quieted the damn caveman in the back of my mind that was way too excited to see Olivia prostrate with her voluptuous ass in the air.
She was just wanting me to ease her pain, that was it.
I used all my willpower to look past the cute dimples in the thick pink spandex and envision the muscles beneath. Carefully, I placed my hands on either side of her ass and started a deep tissue massage.
Every part of a woman was a gift, but Olivia’s ass made my inner caveman feel like he had just discovered fire. I bit my tongue and mentally recited the names of the muscles I was massaging to stay focused.
But my focus instantly broke when Olivia let out a little moan.
My cock jumped, but I tore my eyes away from her round rear and stared at her face instead. “That doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” she murmured, the left side of her face smushed against the mat. “Blood is rushing through my legs. My hips are opening. I think you were right.”
I wished I had cameras in the gym so I could play that “you were right” over and over. I’d even make it the sound for my morning alarm.
She shifted her knees and widened her stance. “Get closer to the center.”
My heart rate spiked. I took a deep breath and pictured textbook illustrations of human anatomy as my thumbs moved across the expanse of her ass. As soon as I touched her pelvicfloor muscles, she let out a deep moan.
“God,don’t stop.” She melted into my touch. “It feels so damn good.”
My breathing turned shallow as my cock instantly stiffened. I had been smart enough to wear black sweatpants so my arousal wouldn’t be immediately obvious, but if she backed up a couple inches or even took a glance in the mirror wall—
“Harder,” she breathed as she leaned into my hands. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Justlet me have it.”
A short sigh escaped my lips. “It’s really hard to be clinical about this when you keep moaning.”
She gave me a wicked look. With a tiny push, she pressed her ass into my aching cock.
She hummed. “Itisreally hard, isn’t it?”
I bit my tongue. This woman, I swear to God.
My hands rested on either side of her hips and I held in a tense breath. “Do you want me to belessclinical with you?”
Olivia coyly avoided my eyes and stayed silent, but that naughty smile on her lips remained.
Even with her ass smashed into my hips, she was still playing keep-away. Fed up, I reached down and tilted her chin to face me.
