Secrets The Walkers Keep by J. Morgan Michaels

Author:J. Morgan Michaels [Michaels, J. Morgan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tribeless Publishing
Published: 2019-01-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

The road to the club was disappearing into my rearview mirror as I sped down the streets of Providence. My hands were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel as I refused to lose my nerve to do what I really wanted to do. There was only one possible destination.

I walked confidently into my gym, breezing past the main desk and not bothering to stop and swipe my member card. Max was standing in gym clothes by the door to his classroom, washing the interior window. I picked up my pace and rushed toward him with a passionate, if not urgent, fearlessness that I had never before experienced.

He turned to silently watch me walk toward him; his beautiful gray eyes the only thing I could see. He tried to say something, but my lips were already over his before he could get it out. I refused to think of or focus on anything except for that moment. No internal debating, no questions, and no hesitation. I was living more and worrying less.

Eagerly, I continued to kiss him, gently holding the back of his neck with one hand and using the other to press him up against the wall. He moaned playfully at my aggression and wasn’t able to hide a smile as he kissed me back. I bit his lower lip on the next kiss, running my hand up his shirt and feeling his hard stomach.

Then Max pushed me away a little. “Hat . . .”

I wouldn’t listen; I just went back at him, kissing his neck and pulling at his shirt. Before he could protest further, his shirt was over his head.

“Hat . . . ,” he said in between kisses. “Wait . . .”

His shirt was on the ground by then, tossed aside with my inhibitions.

“What?” I finally asked with a growl, when he held me back again. He gave a breathy laugh and looked out past me at the rest of the gym. With eyes shut tight, I dropped my head onto his bare chest. “We’re in a room full of people, aren’t we?”

His chest bounced up and down against my forehead as he laughed harder. “I wouldn’t say full.”

Smooth, Hat. Really smooth.

“That’s so not how I thought this would happen.” If given the option, I would have taken a guillotine dropping from the ceiling and chopping off my head rather than having to turn around and face the room of people.

Max grabbed my hair gently, pulling my eyes up from the ground and said, “My office. Now.”

We never did leave Max’s office that night. The whole experience was surreal, exciting, and almost never-ending. By the time we finally laid still on his daybed, sweaty and exhausted, the early morning gym crowd was already congregating outside his office. Unable to fully catch my breath, I laid my head against his stomach and he absentmindedly played with my hair.

The intense and warm ecstasy we shared that night was everything I had always been looking for, but never found.

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