Exercise Discretion Novels & Stories

Emmeline couldn't tear her eyes away from the hypnotic bobbing of his prominent adam's apple, imagining her lips trailing along the column of his tanned, corded neck. "What were you saying?" she asked absently, not really listening as her mind wandered to more salacious thoughts. Zavian sighed heavily, a look of refreshed satisfaction on his striking features and lowered the bottle. "I said, strenuous exercise isn't just about having mindless fun," he reiterated gruffly. "I do enough to maintain my health, strength and stamina, not to pointlessly exhaust myself. What's so bloody interesting about wearing your body down to its limits, then spending the rest of the day as a useless lump in bed