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I know I shouldn’t go down there The gym and pool are in the base for people who don’t have backyards—and Lance working out is guaranteed to get

But o for a run, or so

At least, that’s what I tell myself as I race up the stairs, wash a pants and a sports bra and put my hair back in a ponytail

I pause to put so downstairs

What? I’ out for a run through Central Park, I ht as well look the part too

Besides, if Lance notices, maybe he’ll…

He’ll what? Take you in his arms? Take his new stepmo like a silly girl

Nevertheless, the butterflies in my stomach are in full force as I head to the lower level

The basement at the townhouse doesn’t look much like any other basement—it’s well lit and looks like the hallway of a hotel I hear ym and I walk to it and open the door

There he is He’s on a bench, shirtless, lying on a towel He’s got a pair of basketball shorts on and so I watch as he lifts a barbell loaded eights and benches it I watch as his muscles strain, his pecs flex and his abs contract

Those are 8-pack abs I’ve never seen any before, but that’s the verydown his abs The look of intense concentration on his face is a there until he finishes his set and gets up for some water

He gives a start as he seesat him

“Jocelyn…” Lance says, as he looks athis

I’m shameless in how I devour his body I look at his nipples and wonder what it would be like to run ht fitting yoga pants but I can’t be sure he’s thinking what I want him to think

I e of consideration He was caught fucking the President’s daughter, of all people Lance e liirls he sleeps with