What the Greek's Money Can't Buy(81)

                Her gaze travelled down his chest and dropped to the loose shorts that did nothing to hide the power of her effect of him. When her mouth dropped open, he let out a strained laugh. ‘Now you see the power you have over me.’

                She stepped onto the treadmill and pressed start. ‘You don’t sound too happy about it.’

                ‘I like being in control, agapita. And you’re detonating mine with that tight body of yours.’

                He watched the blush creep up from her neck to stain her cheeks. ‘It’s not exactly a walk in the park for me either, if that helps you?’

                Sakis fought to reconcile the blushing, sexually innocent woman in front of him with one who could be capable of duplicity.

                Don’t judge before you know the facts...

                Brianna’s words flashed through his churning mind. With a deep breath, he started his own machine and began jogging alongside her.

                One minute, one full minute, was how long he lasted before he gave in to the urge to glance over at her. The sight of her breasts bouncing beneath her clinging tank top made him groan. Only his ingrained discipline from his professional rowing days stopped him from losing his footing.

                But he didn’t glance away. He stared his fill. And then he stared some more as his body moved to the spinning treadmill entirely independent of his frenzied thoughts.

                She tried to ignore him. But after stumbling a fourth time, she used the handlebars to raise herself and planted her feet on the stationary part of the machine.

                ‘Sakis, please stop doing that. I can’t concentrate.’

                He blew out a breath and slammed his hand on the stop button. ‘Then let’s both end this before one of us does themselves an injury.’ He reached over and did the same to her machine. ‘If you want a workout, I can think of a much better one.’

                ‘Sakis!’

                ‘I can’t think why I let you call me Mr Pantelides for the last eighteen months, when the sound of my name on your lips makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.’

                The gurgling sound she made was somewhere between outrage and reproach as he swung her into his arms, but her arms curved around his neck all the same.

                ‘Should I even ask where you’re taking me?’

                ‘I’d love nothing better than to bend you over the handlebars of that treadmill, but I don’t have a condom down here, and I can’t risk one of my executives walking in on us. My steam room will have to suffice this time.’

                He made short work of getting her into his shower to sluice off their sweat before he pushed her into the smoky interior of his private steam room.

                He ruthlessly ignored the mocking voice that suggested he was hiding behind sex instead of confronting her about the text.

                But, as he pulled her astride him and plunged deep inside her, Sakis knew he would have to confront her sooner rather than later. He refused to allow suspicion to eat away at him. He’d found a precious peace of mind in her arms this past couple of days and he refused to let distrust and shadows of the past erode it.

                Her arms tightened round him as her climax gathered.

                ‘Oh God, Sakis. It feels so good,’ she sobbed against his neck.