Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

You could be masculine and pretty. They weren’t mutually exclusive.

“You’d have to be out of your gods damn mind not to want what they have. Man or monster, who gives a fuck. Love is love.”

Gods, he had looked breathtaking emerging from the pool. Water trickled down his body and collected in the fluffy happy trail that disappeared beneath his swim trunks.

An orgasm and a text message and I turned into a sobbing mess.

Fought with my trainer. Kissed him. Got tentacle fucked. You know, a typical Wednesday. Nothing too crazy.

Cyrus: Gods, I get you off AND I have to text first? I can already tell that there’s going to be an uneven distribution of work here.

“If you’re a good boy and do your swim, I promise I’ll get you a coffee and get you off.”

“You’re going to do great, you know that right?” “But what if I don’t?” he asked, his head buried in the crook of my neck. “As long as you give it your all, that’s what matters. That’s something to be proud of.”