Page 18 of Filthy Dirty Dom
His mouth tipped up. “I’m not kidding. You ran me into the ground, Sunshine.”
“Me? Little Miss Fashion Designer worked Alex Samuels too hard?” she playfully mocked. “What happened to Mr. Tough Guy?”
He shifted, and without realizing it, winced when his healing rib announced its presence.
“You okay? Your rib still hurts?
“I’m healing. Just takes a while.”
“I hate Pearson for so many reasons. Raping his stepdaughter, impregnating her, then kidnapping her and keeping her from her baby… He should rot in hell. I’m just so sorry you got hurt rescuing Lucy. How about we take it easy our next training session?”
“Sure,” he said, not telling her that hurt rib or not, he still trained hard every day. “You thinking treadmill?”
She grinned. “I’m thinking Zumba.”
He snorted. “Hell, no.”
Leslie laughed. “It’s a great workout! I swear! You’ll sweat like a racehorse. Plus, it’s great for balance, something you keep telling me I’ll need in the Mud Run when we’re jumping over logs and stuff.”
“Yes, you need good balance, but there’s no way anyone will ever catch me in a Zumba class.” He shot her what he hoped was a glowering look.
“I don’t know. I’m thinking how awesome it would be if you wore those tight Spandex-type mid-thigh workout shorts that fit you like a glove while you’re dancing. Don’t you just like to shake it sometimes?”
He imagined her shaking it, her tits jiggling, and almost groaned.
Then he sobered.
“Are you really going to go to another sex club?”
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Are you really going to go to another sex club?
Leslie eyes widened at Alex’s bold topic change. She was silent for a few seconds then said, “I’m curious about the life. I think…I think there’s something in me that is not just drawn to it, but might need it. So yes.”
Her honest words struck something deep in Alex. It was a confirmation that if things had been different, Leslie would be perfect for him in so many ways.
He thought about her exploring the lifestyle. All the bad things that could happen to her. Hell, all the good things that could happen to her.
Could he really let her explore a sex club without him?
The answer came loud and clear.
No.
They couldn’t be more, but if all she wanted was to satisfy her curiosity, he could make sure she was safe while she did it.
One night, he told himself. Tonight.
He kept driving past the exit to Leslie’s place.
“Alex? Where are we going?”
“Who would have thought the chances of me doing Zumba in front of you would be less than the chances of me taking you back to a sex club,” he muttered to himself.
Leslie gasped.
“If you’re serious about going to a sex club again, I can take you, Leslie. I can show you some of what you’re curious about. It can only be tonight, though.”