My dick grows hard at the memory of this morning, and I drop to my seat to cover the arousal. There’s a giggle across the room, and I know I didn’t conceal it well enough.
“Fucking crazy women,” I repeat, shaking my head.
When I click on my email, there’s a string of messages from Marcus. I absentmindedly open one, and the unmistakable sounds of sex blasts through the speakers.
I’m going to kill him…
“Tell me again why I shouldn’t be punching the shit out of you for sending that x-class porn to my computer?” I swing and jab, connecting with the weight bag Marcus is holding.
“I had to get your attention.”
“You got it and about half the station’s when I opened it up to the moaning.”
He chuckles right as I hit hard, catching him off-guard. He stumbles back, releasing the bag, which swings into his lower abdomen. There’s a loud groan and I flinch when he cups his balls.
“Sorry,” I offer.
“Son of a bitch,” he spews, his mouth twisted in pain.
I wipe the sweat from my face, waiting for him to recover.
“Was that for the porn or interrupting this morning?” He grimaces, still clutching his nuts.
“Both. Lucky for you, this morning, you didn’t show up two minutes earlier.”
“Two minutes? That’s all you’re offering now? Poor Emi, she’s fallen in love with a two-pump chump?” He fully recovers, looking proud of himself.
“Don’t confuse me with yo
urself.”
“Oww, someone’s touchy. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to slip Emi a note with the name of the pill they make for that.”
“Are you having fun?”
“Yes, fucking with you has always been my favorite pastime.”
“Well, I can assure you there are no problems where fucking is concerned.”
He slants his head and narrows his eye, then nods slowly. “Denial.”
“You asshole.” My jab connects with his stomach.
“Shit!” He doubles over again.
I can’t stop my grin as I start to unfasten my gloves.
“All kidding aside, what’s going on? For someone who’s got a beautiful woman christening his closet in the morning, you seem stressed.”
I scan around, noting the gym is pretty cleared out from when we first arrived.
“We’ve got a lead on a drug ring, and I’m working the case. Local PD being kept out of the loop. We’re working with SLED.”
He blows out a low whistle, his face growing serious. “SLED?”
“Yeah.” I fill him in on some of the details, giving him just enough to understand the levity of the situation. He crosses his arms, his face going blank as he listens to every word, the wheels turning in his mind.
“That’s some heavy shit.” He rolls his bottom lip repeatedly through his teeth, soaking it all in.