Lip Lock by Susanna Carr Read Free Book Online

heart pumping. Throbbing.”
    Molly looked straight ahead.
    “The muscles stretch. Burn.”
    She ran like she was trying to get away.
    “The adrenaline rush.” He upped his speed. “The sudden kick in your veins.”
    Molly matched him and was not the least bit coy about it. Kyle smiled. Just for that he went up another level.
    She went up two.
    Kyle let her get away with it for a minute. When he saw her flagging, he increased his speed by five.
    She glanced at him in surprise. He wagged his eyebrows back at her.
    She matched his pace and went for it.
    Molly’s legs were a blur, her arms pumping. Her skin held a rosy glow, her lips parted as she breathed in deeply. She was giving him everything she got.
    Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off of her. There was no pretence or strategy. Just in-your-face power and energy to meet a goal. It was sexier than stiletto heels and made him hotter than hell.
    Molly suddenly slammed the cool-down button.
    “Had enough?” he asked with a tinge of disappointment.
    “For…the moment,” she said in a gasp.
    “Don’t you love the burn?”
    “Not when nausea accompanies it.” She hit the stop button and her treadmill turned off.
    “Hey, you’re going to cramp up.”
    Molly wasn’t listening. “I need a shower. A hot one.”
    Thanks for the image.
    She hopped off the machine and winced. She immediately lifted her leg and rubbed her calf.
    “Told you.” Kyle knew he should sound more sympathetic and tried again. “Let me take a look at that.”
    “No! No! I’m fine.” She slanted her injured leg away from him. “I’ll walk it off.”
    “I can massage it for you.”
    “That’s okay.” She raised her hand to block him. “Thanks anyway.”
    “Or you can lie down and I—”
    “No!” She scurried out of his reach. “I better get ready for work. I don’t want to be late.”
    He watched her hobble off. It was probably a good thing she rejected his offer. But how would he ever get his fantasies to happen if she couldn’t stand the idea of his touch?
    Kyle frowned and punched in the maximum speed.
     
    Molly powered through to the bottom of her inbox, determined to have a pristine, clean desk—minus one intricate project on her desk to showcase her hard work.
    She tilted the sheet of paper to the side. Perfect. She glanced at the clock. Two-fifteen. Hmm. How long did it take for a performance review around here? A couple of minutes? An hour?
    She knew the review paperwork was horrendous. That sucker took hours! Trick questions and everything. Like, “How do you rate your performance?” Hello! Perfect score!
    Of course, she couldn’t say that. She had a feeling they were testing for her modesty level or any superiority complex.
    So she knocked a few points off, but would be sure to gain those in the next review. Nothing like showing some improvement, she thought with a sly smile.
    Molly tiredly rubbed her forehead as she checked her desk one more time. Her job required lots of sporadic activity interspersed with mind-numbing boredom. During those moments it seemed like everyone walked by her desk and she had to look busy. Ugh. That was more exhausting than actually working.
    Of course, her exhaustion level had increased ever since she’d been waking up at the crack of dawn and exercising the life out of her body. She was stiff and sore all over.
    “I can massage it for you.”
    Molly shivered with secret pleasure over the memory from this morning. No, thank you! Not a good idea. At all.
    Okay, maybe a little bit, but it wouldn’t stop at a little bit. Oh, no. The minute she allowed Kyle close to her, he would see everything. The lies, the front. Everything.
    And then she’d lose everything. It wasn’t a heck of a lot, but it was all she had right now.
    Maybe that’s why she was feeling stiff and sore. She didn’t quite have a bed these days. If she ever got it on with Kyle, it would never be a matter of his place/her place. His place, hands down. Unless he wanted