Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

follows, glancing at my screen to see what speed I'm at. He ups his by a couple of numbers. I smile to myself and shake my head. He has no idea what he's starting. Doesn't he realize that I was in the army and could run all day if I had to? He thinks he can beat me? Run faster than I can? A longer amount of time? He's got another thing coming. I let it go for the moment, just until my muscles warm up, and then he's in for it.
    Five minutes later, I up my incline and speed. 4% incline and 7.0 mph. I'm not sprinting yet, just a fast jog. Parker ups his speed as well, setting it just a little higher than mine. I glance over at him and raise an eyebrow in question. He gives me a smug smirk before turning away. Idiot.
    I let another couple of minutes pass before upping the incline and speed again. 6% and 10.0 mph. I see Parker up his out of the corner of my eye. We are no longer jogging; we are now running. I can see that Parker is already breaking a sweat and panting a little bit. I up my speed again. 7% incline and 12.0 mph.  I am pushing myself, but still have more juice if need be.
    Parker's eyes flick to my speed and widen a little before he ups his. I shake my head. He's gonna freaking hurt himself.
    "Dude, stop. I can run circles around you in my sleep, you're not going to win this," I tell him.
    Parker's gaze settles on mine; apparently, I just threw down the gauntlet. His blue eyes are full of challenge and stubbornness. I can't help but think how sexy he looks when he looks at me like that.
    "Fuck...you," he wheezes.
    I purse my lips to fight off the smile that threatens. I shrug. "You asked for it."
    I up my speed to where I am full out sprinting. I don't think the machine can go any higher. Parker follows. Sonofabitch! He's going to kill himself! I'm just about to stop this nonsense when I hear a strangled cry from my dumbass running partner. Just as I look over at him, he stumbles, going down hard before being shot off the treadmill like a bullet out of a gun. He summersaults across the floor until he slams into the mirrored wall behind us. I quickly jump my feet onto the sides and shut down the machine. Sucking in air, I turn around to see Parker upside down against the wall with his feet over his head. I burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight in front of me.  He slides to the side, his drenched shirt leaving a streak across the mirror as he falls over. I hop off the treadmill and walk over to him. Panting, I stand over him with my hands on my hips. He's breathing hard, lying in the fetal position on the floor. I notice that his forearms, knees, and shins are rubbed raw from the belt of the treadmill.
    "I told you to stop." I pant, still trying to catch my breath from running and laughing.
    Parker flips me the bird. "I hate you."
    I can't help but burst out laughing all over again as the scene replays in my mind. I will never, ever let him live this down. Never.
    "Don't just fucking stand there, help me up." Parker grunts, holding out his hand.
    I reach down and pull him to his feet. He hisses in pain and folds his arm to look at the belt burn that has rubbed his skin off.
    "You're lucky you didn't hit your face." I snicker.
    He gives me a dirty look. "I'm sure you would have just loved that."
    I gasp in mock offense. "Who me? No way."
    Parker's lip lifts in a sneer. "You're a dick. I might not be able to out run you, but I bet I can do more pull ups than you."
    I sigh and shake my head. "No, you can't."
    "I'll bet you I can," he insists.
    "What do you want if you win?" I ask, raising an eyebrow curiously.
    "You at my every beck and call for a full 24 hours," he states.
    “Who am I?  Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman ?” I snicker.
    He just raises an eyebrow.
    I nod. "Fine," I agree, rolling my eyes.
    "What do you want if you win?" he asks me.
    "I want a make out session," I answer.
    "What does that entail?" Parker asks tightly.
    "Kissing - with tongues, some groping, and it has to last for at least five