Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

For the first time in a long time, I had hope. I had a sense of purpose. I had something—someone—that made my life worth living. And that felt pretty damn amazing.

“Breathe, darling. You’re doing so well.” Darling. I’d never been called something so sweet.

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

Cyrus: So obedient. So fucking filthy. Stroke that cock and imagine me bending you over your desk and fucking you.

“You crashed into my life when I least expected it, but also when I needed it most. You can be a dickhead, but you’re my dickhead. My life is infinitely better with you in it, Reece Rollins.”

“I’ll fuck you anywhere you want, darling. Just say the word.” “Darling,” he said and leaned his head against the window, refusing to look at me. “I like it when you call me that.”

I loved teasing him, loved knowing that my mate yearned for me and wanted to please me.

“I happen to think you’re handsome just how you are. I’m lucky to have a mate with a toe-curling British accent, who’s a talented painter, a bossy swim coach, and is kind to everyone he meets.” He lowered his voice. “Not to mention the tentacles.”