Fulfillment by Golland, M. (best large ebook reader .txt) 📕

the cross trainer. I quickly changed intoa pair of knee-length gym pants, a singlet top and a pair ofrunners and made my way downstairs.

Bryce wassitting on the lounge with his guitar, strumming some chords andwriting down what I assumed were notes. Fuck, he looks sexyholding a guitar. Too sexy for his own good. I almost changedmy mind about taking my frustration out on the cross trainer,instead thinking I could take it out on him—sexually. He justlooked so God damned tasty.

“Havin’ aworkout. Just thought I’d let you know in case you wanted to holdmy hand.” I gave him a sarcastic cheeky grin as I waltzed pasthim.

He raised hiseyebrow at me and put his guitar down. I continued out through thebi-fold doors and onto the balcony where the home gym equipment wassituated. As I stepped up onto the cross trainer, I watched himcasually stroll up to me with his hands in his pockets, stopping atthe weight machine and leaning up against it.

“Can I helpyou?” I asked him, playfully.

“No.”

I began tostride. “You’re not seriously going to stand there and watch me,are you?”

“Yes, Iseriously am.”

“Bryce, I wasonly kidding about the whole hold-my-hand thing. Go away.”

“Can’t do it,Hunny.” He lifted one foot and propped it back against the machine,hands still in his pockets and looking as comfortable and as sexyas ever.

“This is notfunny. I’m not kidding, you know.”

“Neither amI.” He pushed off the machine with the foot he had moved and walkedover to a chair. He slid it out from the table, spun it around andsat on it backwards, facing me with his arms crossed on the backrest.

He’sfucking serious. I stopped my strides and glared at him.“Bryce!”

“Don’t bother.I’m not moving. You won’t listen to me and stop exercising on yourown, so I will make sure you are not on your own. I’m not goinganywhere.”

“You arefucking unreal.” I started striding again, trying my damned hardestto ignore him. It wasn’t working.

Even though Iwas no longer making eye contact with him, I could feel his starebore into the depths of my body. It was arousing my sexual reactionto his scrutinization and my heart pounded in response. Well,you are exercising, Alexis. That could explain the increase inheart rate. My nipples twinged, tickling and firming as Imoved. No, it’s Bryce’s stare, definitely Bryce’s stare.

A bead ofsweat trickled down my forehead, so I grabbed my towel which I’ddraped over the handle of the machine and wiped my brow whilecatching a glimpse of Bryce who was smirking at me. “Are youenjoying yourself, you overprotective arse?”

He laughed.“Yes. I’m especially enjoying the view. You are fucking hot whenyou sweat. Although, I like to be the one who makes you sweat.”

I squinted myeyes at him. “Yeah, well best you enjoy watching me sweat. Becauseit’s the only way I’m going to sweat for you if you insist on beinga domineering dick.”

He laughedagain. “Sorry, did you say I have a domineering dick?”

“No.”

“Yes, youdid.”

“No, I didn’tI—”

“My dick likesdomineering your mouth and your—”

“Your dickwill be domineering nothing if you keep this shit up.”

He chuckled.“You’re sweating again, Hunny.”

Youinfuriating sexy son of a bitch. I slowed to a stop, wiped mybrow and stepped down from the machine. Bryce watched me intentlyas I walked over to the exercise bike. He swivelled his chairaround so that he could continue to face and taunt me.

I dropped myhead back in surrender and groaned.

“I love itwhen you groan. Do that again.”

I lifted myhead. “No. Piss off.”

He laughed andrested his chin on his folded arms. “You’re sexy when you’reangry.”

“Bryce EdwardClark!”

“Fuck, I loveit when you say my name in full.”

He had anamused cocky grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and groanedagain.

“Ah, thatgroan, Alexis. It’s like you are fucking me from a distance.”

I dropped myhead to my arms which were crossed over the bike’s display monitor,smiling behind the screen as I pedalled harder and faster out offrustration. Frustration over him taunting me, but more so becauseI was enjoying it and really wanted to go over and bite thatnaughty mouth of his.

“Alexis, slowdown.” His voice was no longer playful. I ignored him and pedalledharder. Who’s got the domineering dick now, ha? Um...clearly notme! Um...never mind. “Alexis, I’m serious. Slow down.”

I raised myhead and looked at him. “No.”

He stood upquickly, pushing the chair away and walked over to the bike.“Alexis!”

“Bryce!” Imimicked.

He switchedthe power off, forcing the bike to lose momentum.

I gripped thepadded handles, squeezing them tight and screamed my irritation athim. “Who do you think you are? You can’t boss me round like that.”I stepped off the bike and poked him in the chest. “Back off, Imean it.”

“Fuck, youdrive me wild.” He bent down and wrapped his arms around the baseof my arse, gently hauling me up and over his shoulder. Then heturned to walk back inside.

I slapped athis arse. “Put me down.”

“I will whenwe get to the bedroom.”

“No. Forgetit, you bloody control freak! I’m not fucking you.”

“Yes, youare.” He practically bound up the stairs, not showing any signs ofstrain; my weight appearing to be not much heavier to him than afeather.

“No. I’m not.”Yes I am. Who am I kidding?

“Well, I’mfucking you. You can just lie there and enjoy it.” He walked intoour room and gently placed me onto the bed. I went to get up, buthe grabbed me and held me down, pressing both arms firmly into themattress. He climbed over me so that he was straddling my hips, butI noticed he was bearing his own weight so that he did not crush meor the baby.

“Get off,” Ihalf-arsedly hissed.

“Do you reallywant me to get off?” he asked seductively, then leaned forward anddragged his tongue from my collar bone to just below my ear.

The warm wetlubricated slide of his tongue made me shudder. “Yes,” I whispered,blatantly lying.

He trailedkisses from one side of my neck to my jaw, then across to the otherside of my neck, barely skimming my mouth. “Are you sure?” hebreathed again. “You can have a workout with me, now. I’ll make yousweat like never before.” He trailed some more kisses across myneck and back down to my collar bone, dipping further so that hislips were pressing