Page 11 of Down to Puck
“I did.” I take a step closer. “Please tell me you aren’t giving demonstrations like that to anyone else.”
Yasmín’s smile falters.
“No one else has gotten banged up enough to forget how to do a squat,” her voice is quiet.
The mood in the room has shifted from playful banter to something darker— more dangerous.
I lean in, closing the distance between our lips. This time, I don’t give her a chance to think. I don’t need to. Yasmín’s body melts against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck as we pull each other closer.
Her hands move along my shoulders, massaging the muscles there. They trace the lines down to my arms, her touch exquisite. I moan against her mouth as I deepen our kiss, my tongue sliding against hers.
Yasmín gasps as my hands move down, cupping both cheeks of her ass and massaging her back. My mouth muffles her moan, but I feel it all the way down to my toes. She grinds against me, the heat of my rigid dick trapped between us.
Abruptly, she moves her hands to my chest and pushes me away.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, frowning.
Yasmín blinks fast, trying to clear the emotion in her eyes.
“This. All of this, Emerson.” She shakes her head. “It’s all wrong. I’m your doctor. We’re breaking a lot of rules here, and —”
A lock of dark hair comes loose from Yasmín’s bun, falling in front of her face.
“We’ve got other doctors on staff. They can treat me," I point out.
She shakes her head again, harder this time.
“None of them are as good as I am,” she raises her chin as if daring me to argue. “I don’t trust you in their hands.”
There’s a tremor of emotion in her voice— a quiver of truth that I recognize immediately. This is more than lust. Whatever is happening between us, it’s bigger than chemistry, more intense than attraction. I’ve never connected with someone like this. And I don’t have to ask Yasmín to know she feels the same.
It’s written all over her face now, burned into the dark depths of her big brown eyes.
“Hey? I know how much your career means, Yasmín. I won’t let this affect your reputation.” I brush my thumb across her trembling bottom lip. “If this comes out, I take the fall, alright?”
Yasmín is already shaking her head, her eyes fierce.
“Absolutely not. I won’t let you throw yourself on a grenade when we’re both pulling the pin. Rules, remember?” Her voice is hot. “You can take that macho bullshit and shove it, Stone.”
Yasmín’s chest is rising and falling rapidly as she pants. We lock eyes, and there’s only a second of recognition before she’s in my arms again. This time she’s the one kissing me for all she’s worth. It’s a desperate, hungry kiss that bruises my lips and has me aching for more.
Her legs wrap around my waist as she jumps me, her hands cool on both my cheeks. My hands are back on hers, my fingers digging into her plump backside to help hold her up.
“You an ass man, Emerson?” Her throaty whisper is almost enough to make me shoot in my shorts.
“I am now,” I whisper back, before chasing the words with my lips.
The sound of a door closing across the gym sends ice water flooding into my veins. I force us apart, panting before setting Yas down gently on the closest weight bench. Then I back up, putting distance between us.
We both freeze, listening to see if we’ve been caught. I stand in the middle of the weight room for a long minute, listening to the sound of my own rapid-fire heartbeat as I wait to get benched, canned, or cussed out. In the end, nobody appears if anyone is coming. No one appears, but the close call has sobered us both.
“Rule one,” I hold up my index finger. “No sneaking around at work.”
Yas stands up from the bench.
“Agreed,” she nods rapidly. “Rule two, if we go down, we go down together.”
Her pupils are blown, her eyes so large that I couldn’t look away if I tried. Nothing else exists in the world, except for her gorgeous gaze pulling me in. Like gravity, I can’t help but fall.