Free Pisces (The Erotic Zodiac Book 3) by Livia Lang Page A

panties in a bunch about me saying 'fuck' on Facebook." While answering, his eyes roamed over her body. He seemed to be spending an extra amount of time eyeing the way her dress cut across her dark cleavage.
    Amara nodded and made some quick notes. The swimmer wasn't mincing words at all, and she knew her article could be the definitive interview of the season, but only if she could keep him talking and open. Thomas Clark was at his most interesting to readers when he was being brash and unrestrained.
    "What about you, Ms. Amara?" He scooted the chair forward, moving so close that their knees touched in the cramped space. "Do you tell it like it is? Or are you going to paint some ridiculous story in your article about how I'm a hero?"
    "I don't think anyone would believe that, even if I did decide to write it." She looked him square in the eyes, daring him to challenge her. "Not that I would, mind you. I'm not here to create heroes or boogeymen. I just want to know what it's like to be a champion."
    "I haven't won yet."
    "I think you will. If you can keep it together."
    She was being blunter than normal, and part of her wanted to rein back her frank tongue. However, Thomas didn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, he only brightened at her harsh words.
    He nodded slowly, the mischievous smile back on his lips. "You know, I like you, Amara. Next question."
    Amara's heart began to beat a little wilder at his words, and she shifted slightly in her seat. "Your first race is tonight. If you get past this heat, there will be only two more races until you get the gold. How are you fighting the nerves?"
    "Do you really want to know how I prepare for a race?" He reached out and put a hand on her knee.
    Amara nodded, her eyes locked on his hand. An electric jolt went through her body at his touch, and she had to force herself to remain calm and professional instead of sighing softly.
    "I fuck," he said forcefully, a wolf's grin on his face.
    "You...what?"
    "I. Fuck." His hand slid further up her thigh, and Amara could swear that the room's temperature was increasing exponentially. "I lost last time because I couldn't focus. I had too much energy and too many jumbled thoughts going through my mind. So now I get off before each race, because nothing helps me focus more than a nice orgasm."
    "You're kidding." She meant to say it coldly and loudly, but instead it came out as a hoarse whisper.
    "Nope, I’m dead serious. And with my race tonight, I need some help clearing my head.”
    He licked his lips as he looked at her, and she couldn't help but notice how immensely muscular and strong he was. Her body was calling out to him, wanting to kiss every inch of his wide chest and chiseled arms. Her mind, on the other hand, was telling her to abandon ship and flee out the door.
    "This is crazy," she said, dropping her notes to the ground.
    "Everything worth doing is pretty crazy. So, you want to help me out or not, Amara? It’ll be our little secret, scout’s honor."
    Her panties were already soaked; she wanted him so badly. Yeah, she knew she shouldn't touch him - they were in a tiny room with ten people waiting on the other side of the door! But some secret part of her had awakened and wasn't going to take no for an answer. A true madness had taken control of her heart from the moment she had set eyes on him, and she felt swept away by an inevitable force.
    She glanced at her watch, stalling. "Fifteen minutes," she said softly. "It would be a race to the finish."
    "Don't you worry, doll. You're going to fucking finish," he growled. He stood up and flipped his chair back around. Then he sat down and pointed to his lap. "All yours."
    It had been ages since she had had a proper fuck. Her career took her around the world, keeping her far too busy to find a man. Too many of her nights had been spent eating take out in a lonely hotel room, with only her hand for company. Thomas was easily the best looking guy she'd seen in months. He was also