“Yes, sir.” He backed away and went about checking on another guest. He got the message that time.
“Well, that was rude,” Erica said. It was the first time I’d heard her beautiful voice directed at me. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I’d reached my limit.
“The way his eyes were on you, that shit was rude,” I informed her, staring into her hazel-colored eyes.
“Yeah, but my one-week membership ends soon anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking in Santos’s direction. Fuck, I was going to kill him.
“And you don’t plan on joining?” I asked, the irritation in my voice evident. Not because I gave a fuck about the money, because I didn’t, but that I wouldn’t get the chance to see her all the damn time.
Her eyes darted up to mine with a blush washing over her sexy face. “No. It’s too rich for my blood.”
“Oh, so you’re getting the max out of the free trial?” I teased, hoping to rectify my intensity. I sure as fuck didn’t want to scare her off.
“Yes. I know it sounds bad, but my dad wants me to lose weight so I can get married to his business partner’s son.” Was she testing me? I’d been holding back on claiming her right on the spot. Did she need to remind me of that bullshit? Well, that wasn’t going to fly with me. That guy was history.
“That’s not going to happen.”
“What? The weight loss or the marriage?”
I couldn’t even believe her douchebag of a father wanted her to lose weight. She couldn’t be over a buck-fifty. “You don’t have shit to lose in the first place. I’m talking about marrying that fucker.”
Chapter 4
Erica
I walked into the gym for the fourth day in a row, aching to get the owner’s attention. I hadn’t realized he was the owner when I first wanted him to notice me, but then one of the trainers I worked with on my first day was talking about him. He had to be the hottest man around. Despite owning the gym, he didn’t look overly bulky, but he seemed entirely muscular, like he could lift me up and pin me to the wall with nothing but his hips as he fucked me.
The man made me so hot that I’d already broken a sweat before I stepped on a machine. That probably explained most of these women. They were fantasizing about him just as much as I was. I overheard them say he refused to give them the time of day. My heart actually dropped because these women were supermodels who wore makeup to the gym. I was pretty, but not hot. This place only catered to the wealthy as it sat in the middle of the financial district.
My dad’s company was down the street, and that was how I’d spotted the owner the first time. He’d been walking into the place with his blue polo on. I had to get another look at him, so I entered the gym. When I found out how much they charged, I turned on my heel to walk out. Since I was a student, I didn’t have that kind of money, but my father did. Unfortunately, he caught me as he was coming out of the building with the man he wanted me to marry. Immediately, my father offered me a membership so I could lose a few more pounds. From where, I didn’t know, unless my decently sized breasts or ass had to go, neither of which I would like to part with. My body in a swimsuit was killer. Who would want to destroy a figure like that?
The next day, I asked my father to at least get me a small trial, but then he said I had to agree to marriage, something that I didn’t want. They did do a free week’s trial before they charged an insane amount for a membership, so I signed up for that. Five hundred dollars a month wasn’t worth it to me. For that kind of money, after a year you could own all the equipment you needed to build a home gym.
My membership was almost up, and I hadn’t even gotten his attention. Maybe the women were right and he had no interest in the female sex. I’d been lifting angrily, which was never good because it would likely cause injury, and an instructor came over to tell me that.
“I’m sorry, but you’re going to pull a muscle like that or send one of those weights flying.”
“Sorry. I guess I let my mood get the better of me.”
“Man troubles?”
“Why would you say that?”
“A woman’s face is easy to read. A pissed woman’s face tells a lot. Like, whoever he is, he’d better watch out.”
“No, it’s my own foolish ideas that were ticking me off.”
“Santos.” Holy fuck. Did he just growl? I looked past Santos and saw my dream man, Adrian, standing inches from the man. They had to be the same height, but from the look of things, Adrian was sizing him up. His voice resonated in my ears and shot straight to my pussy. He’d created a small scene around us, and then he sent Santos scattering away with his tail between his legs.
“Well, that was rude.”
“The way his eyes were on you, that shit was rude.”
“Yeah, but my one-week membership ends soon anyway.” I tried to look away from him to fight the ever-growing need to touch his face, or his chest. My heart slammed against my own breasts, beating so loudly I couldn’t hear anyone else but him.
“And you don’t plan on joining?” Damn. He didn’t want me getting off on a free ride, it seemed, but I still wanted to ride his face.
I turned tomato-red, knowing that I had no intention of joining. “No. It’s too rich for my blood.”
“Oh, so you’re getting the max out of the free trial?”
“Yes. I know it sounds bad, but my dad wants me to lose weight so I can get married to his business partner’s son.”
“That’s not going to happen.” He moved in closer to me, and I could smell his fresh, clean scent and something masculine.
“What? The weight loss or the marriage?” I surprised myself that I could actually concentrate on anything he said when he stared at me like that. He’d pulled an alpha male move like a wild beast fighting another for a mate, and trust me, I wanted to be his.
“You don’t have shit to lose in the first place. I’m talking about marrying that fucker.” Was he jealous?
“Sir, you seem grumpy. If you don’t want people to try out your gym for free, then maybe you shouldn’t offer a seven-day trial.”
“If you think that’s why I’m pissed, then you have a lot to learn about men, and I plan on teaching it to you.” I gasped at his intent. My pussy gushed again. I better get on a machine before people notice.
“Excuse me, Mr. Greco.”
“It’s Adrian.”
“Adrian, I need to get a workout in. I only have a couple of days left, and I can’t waste them.”
“I’ll give you a workout.”
“Ooh, my own personal trainer.”
“You’re asking for it, little girl.”
“I am. I need to be stretched. I’m not very limber.”
“Fuck, are you trying to get me to fuck you on the nearest surface?”
“No, I don’t want to lose my virginity in front of an audience.”
“Office, now, Ms. Finch.” He stormed toward his office, as if we didn’t cause enough eyes to flock in our direction. I picked up my pace when he stopped, and I nearly collided into his backside. The one trainer, Rachael, that I’d met on the first day, smirked and shook her head.
Chapter 5
Adrian
She knew what she was doing to me. She added that last little bit to torture me. She was lucky my office was soundproof, or maybe not.
“Lean against the desk.” I had to teach this girl a lesson. She was mine, and no one else could have her.
“What?”
“You heard me. Spread your hands on the desk. Right now.”
“You always this tense? You know, tension is a killer,” she remarked, doing just what I asked. Fuck, I loved the way she followed my command, even if she ran her mouth the whole time.
She didn’t stop me as I lowered her yoga pants just to the middle of her thighs. My hand landed on her ass, just enough to hear her yelp. She moaned as I rubbed away the pain. “Erica. Erica. What am I going to do with you?” My hand came down again on the other cheek.
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�I…I’m sorry.”
“Tell me the truth, Erica. Are you mine?”
“No.” I slid my hand down her cheek and between her legs. “Ah,” she moaned, clenching around my finger that was drenched from her juices.
“You’re asking for more, aren’t you?” I growled against the shell of her ear. I thrust two fingers inside, feeling her walls clenching and begging for more. I ached to fuck her, but that wouldn’t be right. I wanted to explore her, inch by inch.
“Do you know that when you worked out with the trainer the first day, I had my eyes on you?”
“I could feel someone staring at me.” She tilted her head so I could see her face, and I couldn’t resist. Pulling my fingers out, I spun her around and crushed my mouth to hers as I plunged my fingers back into her folds.
Dragging my mouth away, I looked into her light eyes. “Do you know that I pulled out my cock and fucking stroked it until I came all over my hands, picturing you riding me?” Her pussy fluttered around my fingers, loving how obsessed she made me. “In seconds, I knew I had to have you. I’m not letting you go, either.” I teased her nub, getting her closer and closer to coming for me.
“Do you do that regularly?”
“No. You broke me, baby. Now, take what I give you, and then we’re going home so we can do it again and so much more.” She clenched and cried out, coming on my fingers so damn greedily that I nearly came on myself again like a teenager.
I lifted up her pants as she yawned.
“Don’t you have to close up shop here?”
“Not tonight. It’s Santos’s turn to close.”
“Oh, you mean the guy you yelled at.”
“I didn’t raise my voice at all.”
“Well, you might as well have. Everyone was staring at us.” She blanched and then blushed. “Oh shit. They probably heard me.”
“No, they couldn’t. This room is soundproof.”
“How would you know? You make a habit of making women come in here?”
“Calm your pretty ass down. I had this room soundproofed so I could avoid the commotion out there. Do you hear anything?”
“No, I don’t.”
“See. Now, where is your bag? We’re leaving.”
“What if I don’t want to go with you?”
“Then I’ll carry you over my shoulder out of here. Besides, I just made you come all over my fingers. I want to have you do it on my tongue and then on my cock.”
I walked her to the locker room to get her things. Once she was done, we exited the club and went straight over to my SUV. It was pitch-black out already, so it reminded me that she usually left when it was dark. I helped her inside and then hustled around to my side before someone from the gym could stop me. I felt like somehow someone was going to interrupt us or take her away from me. Once I started the engine, I asked the question on my mind. “How do you normally get home?”
“I take my car.”
“Where is it?” The lot held forty cars, but the garage across the street held a thousand more. The gym discounted the parking fees if you parked in the garage, although most of the people that came to my gym either worked downtown or took public transportation home. It got too messy to drive all the time, especially after a long day and a workout.
She pointed toward it. “It’s in the gym lot. Right there. Oh shit.”
“Who the hell is that?” I snarled, staring at a man in a suit who looked to be older than me, but fairly good looking and well built. Immediately, instinctively, I knew who it was before she said it. This was the supposed fiancé.
“That’s the guy I mentioned.”
“You sure as fuck are not marrying him. Don’t worry. He can’t see you from here, but it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t let you go with him if he tried.”
“You’re sexy, Adrian.”
“Back at you, babe. I’ll have someone pick it up.”
Doubt flooded her mind as she processed what I said. She bit at her bottom lip and twisted her fingers together and then blurted out, “I shouldn’t even come with you. This isn’t smart. When he doesn’t find me, he’ll probably call my dad.”
“And? You’re an adult,” I reminded her. From her information, I knew she was nineteen.
“Who lives off my parents and has no job outside of school.”
“That can easily be rectified. Besides, can you tell me you don’t want me?”
“I can, but I wouldn’t be telling the truth.”
“Well, then, let’s not fight it.”
I had to get her back to my condo and fuck my son into her so she couldn’t get away. For the next twelve hours, she’ll be getting every drop of cum I can give her. I’d lost my damn mind, but I loved it. Four days of seeing her and needing to make her mine had taken its toll. No more waiting. No more jerking off to thoughts of fucking her. I’ll make it a reality in a few minutes.
“Tell me more about you, Erica.”
“I’m sure you know I’m nineteen, almost twenty, and I live in a modest house on the southside while my dad lives in our old house in the suburbs.”
“Your parents are divorced?” Does that play a role in how she saw us as a couple?
“Yes. They filed the day I turned eighteen. It took until six months ago for it to be finalized. My dad didn’t want to give up money even though he forced Mom to be a stay-at-home wife.”
“You sound like you don’t like him.”
“Honestly, I don’t even know the man he’s become. He’s always been a cheater, but I didn’t know about it until I was about fourteen, and it broke my heart. My mother had been saving money aside so he wouldn’t know. Anyway, enough about him. How about you? Did you start the gym by yourself, or did you inherit it?”
“You didn’t look me up?”
“No. I was afraid I’d find that you were even more perfect than I imagined,” she said, rolling her eyes in the process. I wanted to kiss that smart mouth of hers.
“Well, then, I’m not that perfect. My mother died in a car crash back when I was two. My father died a few years ago from a heart attack. He worked eighty hours a week, only to be alone. I’d just graduated with my bachelor’s degree in Business Management. I’d planned to join him and work at his investment firm. His death was the reason I opened up the gym with my inheritance instead of following in his footsteps.”
“You didn’t want to die young,” she stated as if to herself.
“Yes. It could have been prevented if he’d listened to his doctor. I sold my father’s shares and reinvested some of the money in the gym, and some in my education. I went back to school for Kinesiology.”
“Wow, so you’re smart, focused, and super good looking.”
“Yeah, I suppose. I’d say I’m a bit lucky too.” I took her hand and brought it to my lips for a gentle kiss on the back of it while I rubbed my thumb over her knuckles. She blushed, tilting her head in a hint of embarrassment.
“We’re here.” I pulled into my garage, thanking my lucky stars that I didn’t live too far from the gym. My dick throbbed in my pants, but then I caught the tension pouring off her. I stole a glance, only to see that she appeared nervous. Once I turned off the engine, I turned to her. “I’m not going to pressure you into sex, Erica.” She cocked her brow at me. “I’m serious. I can’t say that I don’t want to lick you from head to toe, but that can wait.”
“What if I don’t want to wait?”
“Then you’re going to get thoroughly fucked until we pass out.” As soon as we were on the elevator, I slammed her against the wall, grinding my cock over her wet mound that the thin material barely covered. My mouth claimed hers until the damn ding reminded me that we were on our floor. I scooped her up and carried her ass into my condo.
The second we got through the door, I kicked it closed and moved toward the bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed and reached for her shoes, pulling them off and kicking my own off. Then I pinned her down, my body dominating hers. I grabbed at her top, lifting it off. She sported a cute
workout bra that held my new toys inside. I had to get rid of it, so gripping the center, I tore the fabric in half. Her tits popped out and pointed right at me, begging to be sucked. Lowering my head, I snatched one nipple in my mouth, greedily sucking on her. Her back arched and I attacked more roughly, sliding my hand under her ass and squeezing on her firm globes.
I moved lower, licking down her core to her mound, parting her thighs and nestling between them to eat my fill. “You smell so fucking good.” I dropped my head and slipped my tongue into her sweet cunt. Growling, I’d become addicted after just one taste. The sounds of her moans spurred me on. Lifting her ass up to my mouth, I moved to my knees to feast ravenously on her pussy.
Her body bucked several times as she gripped the sheets, and then just as she got to her peak, her fingers threaded through my hair, nails scraping my scalp. My dick spurted a bit more pre-cum onto my boxers. My jeans had to have a wet stain by now. I let her come down before I hopped off the bed and stripped naked.
Erica’s eyes widened when she took me all in. “Holy shit. You’re fit from head to toe, but I don’t think he’s going to fit.”
“Oh, he will. Your pussy was made for him. Now, part them legs before I turn you around and spank you.” Her breathing hitched for a second, and then she parted her legs. “Such a good girl. I’m going to give you every drop of cum as a reward.”
Her pussy flexed, visibly clenching for me. Climbing onto the mattress, I slid between her legs with my knees shoving her thighs even further apart. I placed my hands on the sides of her shoulders and leaned down an inch from her lips while my tip sat at her wet slit. “If you want to stop, tell me now. I’m ready to make you mine, but I’ll wait.”
“No, I need you now, Adrian.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, her feet on my ass, and pulled my hips forward, sending me all the way into her depth, tearing through her innocence. She cried out from the sudden pain. “Oh my God.”
“No, it’s only you and me in this room, sinning all night. Now breathe and relax. You feel so damn incredibly tight.”
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