Dashing All the Way

by Chelsea Curto

Whoever decided running is a good form of exercise can go straight to hell.

I’m a stubborn bitch, and there’s nothing I love more in life than proving a man wrong.

“Did you tell Jeremy about us?” Finn sets down his coffee and steps toward me. “Tell him what, Margo? That I’ve seen his ex-girlfriend naked? That I stripped her down in my hallway and fucked her on my kitchen table?” He runs his fingers down my thin sleep shirt and grazes over my hard nipples. “That I have her on audio saying my name, not his, when she came? No, baby. I haven’t told him you’re a slut for my cock and that’s why one night turned into two times, then three, and after we finish our run, I’m going to make it four.”