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“I did, however, put a tracking app on your phone.”

“Of course you did,” I huff, my body starting to ache. I don’t know how much longer I can do this, and I’ve only been at it for... fucking hell the timer says two minutes. Kill me now. “What about Saint? Did he do anything?” The question comes out as a huff. I really am out of shape. If I didn’t always have my gun on me, then I would have been fucked if one of Rafe’s men managed to grab me. Maybe I should be thanking my stalkers. Huh, that's something I never thought I’d say.

“You’d have to ask him. We kind of do our own thing when it comes to you. Sometimes we work together, but it all really depends.” He shrugs, lifting himself up again.

“I honestly don’t know what to say.”

For the next several moments, we don't say anything, just watch each other.

I start to feel my body breaking into a sweat, my lungs screaming as I struggle to breathe, but it’s not just because of the workout.

It’s the way Maverick’s eyes trail me, like a hunter tracking his prey. And that prey is me.

The longer he looks at me like he wants me to be his next meal, the more my body aches for different reasons.

Without thinking, I lick my lips, my breaths coming out in heavy pants. Every time I move my legs to pedal, my clit grinds against the seat, making pleasure shoot up my spine.

Maverick’s eyes darken, his lids lowering as he pulls himself up faster, his grunts just adding fuel to the fire.

I swallow down the whimper that threatens to leave me. All we’re doing is working out, so why does it feel so damn erotic?

“Keep looking at me like that, Little Bunny, and we’re going to have a problem."

“Yeah?” The word comes out as a breathy moan, more so than I thought it would. “What are you going to do about it?”

He stops moving, suspending his body mid-air. “Come over here and find out.”

I stop pedaling, my heart thundering in my chest, nipples turning to hard peaks. I should tell him ‘no’, ‘in his dreams’, or ‘not happening’.

But do I? Nope, because I’m a sucker for making bad decisions. Instead, I get off the bike and take a step toward him.

The rumble that rattles from deep within his chest causes any hesitation I might have had to vanish. I have no idea what’s about to happen, but I sure as fuck want to find out.

Chapter Seventeen

Cove

What am I doing? Why am I going over to him? What do I expect to happen when I do?

No idea, but the dark predatory look in his eyes sends a thrill down my spine, pushing me forward, demanding that we find out.

I have no idea how he’s doing it, but Maverick manages to hold himself suspended in the air, his arms holding him up without any sign of struggle.

Knowing the amount of strength he possesses has my pussy tingling. He could throw me around the room with ease, and I know I’d be more than happy to let him.

He tracks my every move, his eyes locked on me.

I keep going, stopping right in front of him.

Tilting my head back, I look up at him, body thrumming with anticipation. What would he do with me? And would I let him?

Yeah, I already knew the answer to that. I would. I might talk a big game, but when it comes to these men, I know I’d be putty in their hands.

That has me wondering just how long I'll be able to hold off from having sex with them.

From where I’m standing and where he stopped mid pull-up, it has my face level with his cock.

I suck in a breath, holding back a whimper when I see how hard he is. That man is big. He’s so damn big that I’m not sure if my core tightens in arousal or fear.