Page 85 of Bad Run

I knew it was going to be a task being around her all the time, but living with her might be torture. I’m going to have to implement another plan that will keep me and the tool in my pants too tired to get up.

Twenty laps in the pool before breakfast?

That will work.

Plan in place, I turn off the water and dry off. As quickly as I can, I rub on lotion, brush my teeth, and slip on a pair of boxers and a pair of gym shorts. I usually sleep in only boxers, but I don’t think that will fly with Gwen. But I’ll be damned if I wear a shirt; I’ll sweat myself to death.

Once I’m done, I exit the bathroom to find Gwen standing beside the bed, with her hands on her hips, looking cute as hell in a pair of pink and white striped pajama shorts and a matching tank top.

The horny bastard in my shorts stirs.

Forty laps.

Her long, curly hair is piled high on top of her head in a thick bun, and my fingers twitch to let it loose. All that hair has got to feel heavy by the end of the day, and I want her to feel good and relaxed.

A strangled sigh draws my attention. Gwen’s shoulders are by her ears, wrought with tension from worry as she looks down at the bed and mumbles something too low and unintelligible for me to understand.

If I had to guess what she said, it’s probably that I’m an asshole for making her sleep in my room and in my bed. It was definitely a dick move on my part, but I didn’t see any other way around it. Not if I want my plan to work.

And to get the girl, a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.

Don’t judge me.

It’s not as though Gwen doesn’t like me. She’s just a little pissed. I can work with that.

“Are you going to keep staring at it or get in?” I ask.

Gwen jumps and spins around to face me. Her eyes are comically wide with fear and worry. “Geez, you scared me.”

“Sorry.” I chuckle.

Her eyes shift between me and the bed as she traps her bottom lip between her teeth, gnawing on the poor piece of flesh. I close the distance between us and, with my thumb, I pry her lip free.

“Relax. We’ve shared a bed before.”

“That was different. You didn’t ask me to stay the night; we just passed out after . . . you know.” She circles her finger in the air for emphasis, and it might as well be a damn magic wand helping her cast a spell on me and my dick.

Behind my boxers, my cock perks up.

“Oh, I know.” My voice drops unexpectedly low as I’m reminded of all the ways I had her in my bed that night.

“Nope. None of that.” She pokes my chest with her finger, and it doesn’t help the situation below my waist stirring to life.

“Watch it, little witch,” I warn, grabbing her finger.

Her touch alone drives me crazy with lust.

I watch her aqua eyes darken from blue to a deeper shade of green as she swipes her tongue across the seam of her lips. As much as I want to wrap my arms around Gwen and kiss the hell out of her, now isn’t the time.

She has some things to work through before we go down that road. Because the next time I kiss Gwen, I won’t stop.

“Time for bed.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead and spin her around. “Which side do you want?”

She looks up at me over her shoulder. “It’s your bed, so you chose.”

“I sleep in a hotel bed half the year, so it doesn’t matter to me.”

“True.” The sound of Gwen’s giggle sends my heart jumping.