Asher

"Dude, what the fuck?" my best friend, Danny, snaps under his breath as I peel off my damp shirt and toss it to the side.

"What?"

"You're making me look bad.”

I grunt. “Well, if you actually worked out instead of running your mouth the whole time, you would be making some progress."

"I could work out every fucking day and still not look like that," he says, pointing to my stomach.

"Hard work and dedication, brother." I pick up one of the dumbbells and take a seat on the bench. "Besides, there’s hardly any chicks in here anyway." I nod toward the elliptical. "Except Gina and you've already tapped that a few times so what's the big deal?"

"Christ, don't remind me. I should have learned my lesson the first time." He shakes his head in disgust. "Crazy bitch."

Gina smiles at him from across the room, giving him a flirty wave.

Danny cringes, returning his attention to me. "I'm into a lot of kinky shit but that girl..." He lowers his voice, leaning his head closer to mine. "She tried to give a reach-around."

I laugh.

Hard.

Nearly losing my breath.

"What's wrong with that?" I ask.

"Ain't nobody gettin' near my ass, dude. The fuck, man? You into that kind of stuff?"

"I'm not opposed to it. I only have a few hard limits. Anything else is negotiable."

"You're twisted."

Tell me something I don't know.

“Speaking of twisted, what’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, for the last two weeks I haven’t seen a single chick do the walk of shame. I kinda miss it.”

Danny and I are roommates. We live in this old house his parents renovated in Midtown before they moved to Florida to retire a few years back. It’s four bedrooms with plenty of space and the rent is cheap considering it’s in such a nice neighborhood.

We met when I first moved here six years ago. I’d gone to the academy in New York and worked for the department for a few years but decided shortly after my divorce to move here. I needed to get the hell away from my ex. Danny was one of the first cops I’d met and we had so much in common. We’re both book nerds, addicted to ink and women, and we’re both gym sharks.

Well, I’m a shark, Danny is more like a tortoise.

“Just been busy.”

“Bullshit. You always have time for pussy.”

I shrug. “Maybe my priorities have changed.”

He raises a brow. “You mean to tell me you ain’t thinking about nailing that brunette over there eye-fucking the shit out of you right now?”

I don’t even glance in her direction. “Nope,” I reply, curling my arm with the weight fisted in my grip.

And it’s the truth. Because right now I’m thinking about the good doctor and how bad I want to twist my fingers in her silky curls while I bury myself so deep inside of her she’ll never be able to hide from me. Today’s session has me on edge, razor sharp, cutting right to the heart of me. It feels like I’m bleeding out and only she can help ease the pain.

Danny crosses his arms, raising a brow. “You seeing someone?”

I grin, her beautiful face flashing through my mind. “You could say that.”

“Is it serious?”

“I’d say so.”

He throws his hands up in frustration. “I can’t believe this is happening. What kind of fresh hell is this and what kind of voodoo pussy has you under her spell?”

I chuckle. “There’s no voodoo pussy.”

Although, I’m pretty sure that doctor of mine possesses such a thing. I haven’t even touched her yet and I’m already under her spell.