“Of course not. You’re the athlete.” He chuckles. “You’re the runner.” “Okay, fine. We’re both athletic.” “We are. There is one sport, though, that we’re particularly good at,” he says, eyes glittering. “A team sport.” I grin at him. “Oh, we’re Olympic gold medalists.” “They wouldn’t even let us compete,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip. “It would be unfair to all the other contestants.” “Unsportsmanlike.” His hands slide down and grip my ass. “Very,” he agrees. “We can’t have that.” “Glad we’re agreed,” I say. “Now we don’t have to train for the next Olympics anymore.” “But training is so
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