“Harder!” I yell at Spencer when his weak ass shot doesn’t move the bag I’m holding. I’ve been training him for the past few months trying to get him in top shape for some modeling gig he got. He’s easy, though. He’s pretty fit so training him is actually a damn good workout for me.

He swings and this time there’s more of a kickback. Nice. He continues pulverizing the bag, and I couldn’t be prouder.

Kota strides into the gym with Dana, her assistant, on her heels. Her long auburn brown hair falls to mid-back with these waves in it that are hot as hell. Her below the knee gray skirt hugs her ass, and the white shirt is pretty much see-through as I can see her, well what is that? It’s not a bra, maybe a tank top? Whatever. It’s hot as hell.

“Take five.” I pull away from the bag as Spencer heads over, grabbing his bottle of water and downing it. “Kota!” I bark across the gym floor. I haven’t seen her in a few days. This should be fun.

Her eyes flash to me, and in the most professional way imaginable she strides up to me. “You bellowed?” she asks sarcastically.

“Want to go over the schedule for the Chamberlin shoot?” She lulls her head back in exasperation.

“We’ve already gone over everything, and it’s been emailed to you. Check your mail.” She punctuates the last words and inside I smile.

“I want you to go over them again.” I know them. I knew them the first time she told me, but this is more fun.

She moves closer, her smell invading my senses. “I do not have time for your bullshit.” If looks could kill, I’d be dead from her hiss.

“Come on, Kota, it’ll only take a couple of minutes. Besides”—this time I move in close next to her ear—“in just the time we’ve chatted here, your breathing has picked up and the pulse in your neck is beating rapidly. Your mouth says one thing and your body another,” I tease.

She shakes her head. “You are such an ass.”

“Only with you, sugar.” Kota’s face turns a fiery red, even her ears sporting the color. Her fists ball up. Damn, I fucking love getting under her skin. No place better to be. Well, besides inside of her.

“I told you not to call me that,” she grits through clenched teeth as her body begins a small tremble.

“What? Sugar?” I fake indifference but move back to her ear. “You do taste mighty sweet.” She gasps at my remark, and I should have expected it. I’ve never once gotten this close to her in the gym. This has always been our Switzerland. Neutral ground. Angry words, of course, but nothing ever sexual. Ever. I know I’m crossing a line, but I don’t give a fuck.

“Stop that,” she says quietly, pulling away from me. “None of that shit. You hear me,” she orders in her take-charge voice. The one that is sexy as hell, and I get hard every time she uses it. She doesn’t know that, though.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I take a step back. “Besides, your being a raging bitch when I just want to know my schedule.”

She follows in my step, only she gets closer in my space. “Bitch,” she clips. “I’ll show you a fucking bitch.” She lunges for me, and I open my arms wide for her. Curses stream through her lips as she fights my hold.

“You might want to tame down the show today,” I tell her, making her still. The people who come here know our relationship. Hell, I’ve enlisted some of them in my haggling of her. What can I say? It’s fun.

“What the hell is going on here?” Devin’s voice booms from behind me. Kota stills enough for me to release her. She stands on wobbly legs momentarily but gets herself together quickly.

“Teo just being an asshole,” she says, flipping her hand in the air and giving an eye roll.

“And Kota just being a bitch.” I shrug. “I’m used to it.”

“You stupid…” her words are cut off by Devin with a hand over her mouth. The nasty glare I was getting is now transferred to him. Nice.

“Enough. Everyone here is watching you two be pigheaded asses.” He removes his hand from Kota. She goes to speak, and he lifts his hand again. “No more. I mean it.” He’s gone into protector mode, and we both know there is no stopping him when he gets like this.

Kota takes a deep breath. “One hour, my office; don’t be late.” She turns on her sexy as hell hot pink heels and strides off to her office, Dana following her inside.

“Can’t you two get along even for a damn minute? This shit is getting old.” Devin crosses his bulky arms over his chest trying to be intimidating. Doesn’t work.

“It’s fun, man. She’s an easy target.”

“She may be, but you need to cut this shit out around here.” Devin ever the diplomat. But if I listened to him, this place would get boring. I don’t do boring.

“Lighten up, it’s all in good fun.” I slap him on the shoulder, squeezing a bit. We’ve been friends for over ten years. That’s a long ass time. He knows me about as much as I know him. Except for the sleeping with his sister part. I thought about telling him since we hide nothing from one another, but two years later, nothing. I don’t know how he’d react to it. Truth is, he could hate it and we could go at it, but it wouldn’t change my feelings for Kota. Nothing will.

~~

“Come in,” Kota’s sweet voice with a bit of pissed off attitude says through the door. Striding through the door, her beautiful smile falls when she spots me.

“Aww, don’t be so excited to see me,” I jab.

“Sit down and let’s get this over with…again.” She looks hot as hell behind the desk, papers littered all around her. Sweet secretary thoughts come in my head. I reach around and lock the door then walk to the blinds, closing them.

“What are you doing?” She rises from her chair, coming at me like a bull. She grabs the cord of the blind, beginning to open it. I halt her and push her back to her desk, her ass resting on the edge of it. Her pupils dilate and her sexy lips part.

I press my body to hers. “You haven’t come over in the past four days.”

She clears her throat. “Wow, you can count, congratulations.”

I place my hands on either side of her ass, blocking her in as she tries to move away from me. “I can. It’s also the number of times I haven’t gotten laid.”

“Oh, did you break up with your hand again?” Smartass. “I’m sure that Sarah, Hannah or some other name with an ‘ah’ or ‘ie’ on the end helped you out just fine.” Her words piss me off. I haven’t fucked a soul, but I have no one to blame for her assumption but me. Before hooking up with Kota, my track record of women in and out of my bed was pretty steady. I never flaunted it and they never stuck around too long.

“May be hard to believe, but you are the only one in my bed. You, Kota.”

She full out laughs to the point of throwing her head back. Damn, she’s beautiful. “You expect me to believe that.” She shakes her head. “I was stupid to agree to bareback with you. I went and got tested the other day and I’m clean. Thank god.”

“Maybe I need to show you all this pent up energy I have coursing through my veins. Maybe I need to throw you up on that desk and show you exactly who I’ve been fucking this past year.” I can’t hide the slight anger that penetrates the words.

“Not here.” Her breathless words tell me she wants to, but doesn’t. Isn’t life a bitch.

“Yes. Right. Fucking. Here.” I shut up her protests by kissing those smartass lips of hers. It takes only seconds for her to sink into the kiss, her fingers coming in my hair and pulling as we move. She spreads her legs as far as that skirt will let her, but it’s not enough.

Reluctantly, I flip her over so her stomach is resting on the desk and her ass is in the air. “Teo,” she says in fake protest. She wants this just as much as I do. I lift up her skirt, revealing the smallest sliver of hot pink fabric that matches her damn shoes. I smack her right cheek, watching the movement of her skin.

“Did you just spank me?” she asks, surprised.

“Keep it up, there’s more. Four fucking days, Kota. No. No more. Hands to the desk out in front of you.” Slowly she creeps her hands up, every inch only making me want her that much more. “This is gonna be quick.”

“Thought you said you had all that pent up energy,” she mocks and I push between her shoulder blades.

“I fucking do. I also need to come and we’re at work.” I pull her thong to the side and swipe my finger over her dripping flesh. “Ready for me?” She moans as I graze her clit, giving it a few swipes for attention. The little bead puckers.

Pulling down my gym shorts enough to get my dick out I dive into her hard, my balls smacking against her ass. Her groan is pretty fucking loud and if anyone is standing outside the door, I’m sure they heard that shit. I prop her knee up onto the desk giving me better access and I move fast. The tingle in my spine only increases with each one of her sexy noises as my balls tighten. Fuck, this is going to be faster than when I was a teenager.

I rapidly move my hand back and forth on her clit, needing her to come. Now. “You there?” I ask just as her pussy clamps down. She moves her arm down and her flesh muffles the sounds. I thrust through my orgasm, loving how her pussy squeezes me so damn perfectly.

As we float down, our bodies sag into one another. Our time in this position is short lived as always.

“Get off me,” Kota clips, pissed as hell.

I pull out, slapping her ass as I do. A small amount of my cum falls from her body. It probably makes me an asshole, but I like the fact that she’ll have my cum inside of her all day when she moves around the gym. I may need to do this more often. I pull up my shorts and pull down Kota’s skirt.

“Get out,” she snarks, lifting to her hands but is focused on the desk.

“Look at me,” I say grabbing her hips, about ready to turn her.

“I mean it, Teo. Leave. Right Now.” Something in her voice tells me that she’s not playing around. She’s not playing the love/hate card. This is real and I need to listen.

“You gonna be alright?” I hate to leave her like this. Her shoulders slumped and her face hidden.

“I’m fine. Get out!” This time she screams, but it comes out almost like a cry of pain.

“I’m not leaving you. Did I hurt you?” We’ve fucked many times and I’ve never, but what if I did? That wasn’t my intention.

“No. I said I’m fine. Now get out right now. I mean it, Teo.”

“If I didn’t hurt you, then turn around.” I motion her hips, but she fights against my touch.

“I said get out. For once in your damn life, listen to me!” her scream comes out seriously forceful and I do as she says, slipping out of the door. I’m an asshole. I shouldn’t have left her in there. Obviously, something is going on in that damn head of hers. Four days she stayed away from me. She wants me because her body doesn’t lie. What else could it be? Did she find someone in that short amount of time? Surely if she did, she would have put up more of a fight with me or blurted those words out or something. Scenarios rush through my head, but nothing seems right.

What I know is it’s something that she doesn’t want to share. Fuck me.