The Interview by Ricci Caitlin

Author:Ricci, Caitlin [Ricci, Caitlin]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2013-11-27T18:30:00+00:00

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Excerpt

Chapter One

“Ohhh.”

Tori couldn’t stifle a moan as the almost-pain of exerting muscles that seldom got used kicked in. It’d been a long time. Too long.

Panting slightly, she enjoyed the stretch as perspiration beaded across her glowing skin. She strained toward the pleasure she felt hovering just beyond reach.

Almost there. Almost there…

C’mon, endorphins.

Oh no. Side stitch.

And a cramp.

Shit.

Tori limped to an abrupt halt, pressing her hands to the sharp ache in her lower abdomen while scoping out a relatively clean spot on the curb to collapse on. Using one hand to frantically massage her spasming calf, Tori had to use some of her very limited breath to laugh out loud at her dilemma as the humor of the situation struck her. So much for a brilliant start on her goals.

“I was going to offer you some help, but it sounds like you’re doing okay now.”

The deep voice must belong to the person wearing the running shoes in front of her, but for the life of her, Tori couldn’t look up just then, concentrating on her inexpert massage while trying to breathe through the pain in her side.

“Oh, no. Not okay. But I had a feeling this would happen. It was going too well, know what I mean? First time I’ve run in years.”

A warm, sympathetic chuckle. “Well, you were looking good, right up until you seized up.”

“I’ll bet that was pretty comical to watch. Ah, ah!” The cramp in her leg spiked painfully in spite of her efforts. Why the hell had she thought she could start exercising again? All at once she felt every year of her age. Oh to be a teen again, when she could run without any effort at all.

“Here, you have to flex it. No, don’t point!” Strong hands forced her foot back toward her body as her rescuer knelt before her like Cinderella’s prince. “Deep breaths, really deep. Fill your belly. That’ll help your stitch.”

“How’d you know I had a stitch in my side?” Tori panted, curled up in as close to a ball as she could get with one leg stuck out in front of her.

“I could tell by the way you suddenly grabbed your stomach like you’d been shot. Now don’t pant, breathe deep.” The steady voice was soothing, but demanded compliance.

Abandoning the short blows vaguely reminiscent of those she’d seen in movie birthing rooms, Tori obeyed, inhaling until she felt dizzy then letting the air whoosh out. Those hands had displaced hers on her calf, and she felt a moment of panic trying to remember whether she’d shaved her legs that morning. She winced at the thought of stubbly legs then realized that her side stitch was almost gone and the cramp was easing.

“Does that hurt?”

“No, feels good.” A little too good. The man had great hands, and Tori was starting to get some ideas about other kind of exertion he could help her with.

“You winced.”

Great hands and observant. Tori started to uncurl herself bit by bit, ready to coil back up at the first sign of pain.

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