Billie.
Lexus continued lifting, his muscles flexing with every rep, but what really made my heart race was the way he casually adjusted his crotch mid-lift—like it was nothing. A simple move. A necessary move.
But it was so unfairly sexy.
I swallowed hard, suddenly forgetting every reason why I'd straddled him in the first place.
"You better decide on what to do," he murmured, voice dripping with lazy arrogance, "before I stop lifting these weights."
I blinked, still a little too distracted by his biceps, his abs, his everything. "What to do?"
Lexus exhaled through his nose, like he knew I was stalling.
I smirked, deciding to push him further. "Well," I drawled, bouncing slightly just to test him, "you could teach me how to lift weights like you. I wanna be strong so my weak little hands can lift anything beyond a wooden spoon."
