Running Interference by Elley Arden Page B

inside.
    Gorgeous.
Her fingers traced an erotic path along the deep etches of his traps and delts.
So gorgeous.
A perfect athletic specimen. She knew the dedication required to look like this. All the shoulder presses, lateral raises, and shrugs he had to be doing. A hell of a lot more than he had been doing in high school that was for sure. Because back then, he hadn’t looked like this.
    The past swirled with the present in her head, making her dizzy.
Pretend he’s any man.
Just some sexy lunk who walked into the gym on the one night she happened to be closing.
    His lips parted, and he moved in for a kiss.
    She dodged it. “This is just sex. No feelings beyond respect for the orgasm and its giver, and if one of us does develop feelings, we take them to the grave. Nobody lays claim. Nobody gets jealous. Either one can walk away without repercussions. We bounce right back to being friends without the benefits.”
    He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “Do I need to have my lawyer look over that contract before I sign it? Or can we just seal it with a kiss?”
    She laughed to humor him, but there would be no kissing. She’d have better control over the situation that way.
    “And what if I want to negotiate the terms?” His hands skimmed her hips, then up her waist beneath her shirt. “You know, how often do I get it?”
    “Whenever
I
want it. No negotiation. That’s the offer. Take it or leave it.”
    He forced her shirt over her head from the inside out, and pulled her hard against his chest. “I’m going to take it. All of it. And when I’m done, you’re going to beg me for more.”
    • • •
    Cam’s words sounded strong, but his fingers shook. She stepped back, giving him a long look at her strong upper body and the zipper-front sports bra squeezing her breasts. He swallowed a groan. Cotton had never looked so good.
    “Mm, mm. Woman, you slay me.” He grabbed hold of the zipper and tugged. Slowly. Anticipation thinned his breaths and hardened his dick. He’d dreamed of this more than a few times after that fumbled night together. The more he’d learned, the more he’d wished he could’ve shared that capable confident man with her. Then maybe she would’ve looked at him with something other than friendly indifference afterwards.
    Her hands skimmed his abs, and he sucked in a breath.
    Friendly indifference was not an acceptable outcome now.
    The zipper split, and her breasts swelled.
Damn.
He lifted them to his open mouth, and let his tongue tease until her nipple formed a point. She arched her back, forcing more flesh into his mouth, so he sucked. And she moaned. Which pleasantly surprised him. Tanya had never given away her emotions easily. But he seemed to be making short work of the wall tonight.
    His ego swelled along with everything else until he was so hard it hurt.
    She moaned again when he dragged his mouth to her other breast. Her warm hands sprawled across his head, holding him in place. That hot act of possession made him smile as he licked. There was nothing like the sound of pleasing a woman. Second only to the sound of sixty-eight thousand screaming fans.
    He slipped his hands into the waistband of her yoga pants and cupped her ass. Soft and round. Just the way he liked it. His thumbs met with the V of a thong. Excellent.
    “Come here,” he pulled her by the hand deeper into the locker room. The showers seemed like the logical place, but she pawed at his pants as he walked until the elastic band slipped low on his butt and caught on his erection. He turned and drew her against his chest.
    A slow, long, liquefying kiss followed, and when he came up for air, her face was twisted.
    Warning bells sounded in his head. “What?” he asked.
    She exhaled, and her expression relaxed, but an unsettling blank stare remained.
    She was having second thoughts wasn’t she?
Damn it.
    “Hey.” He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs and was just about to say he understood her hesitation when she gave him