Deep Desire (Going Deep Book 4)

by Virna DePaul

  Just tell him. Tell him about your financial problems. Tell him about Dad, her mind coaxed.

  This would all be much easier if she just let the secrets out, talked to someone about her struggles. She was sure she would feel much better, but it felt like such a betrayal to her father’s legacy. She also felt the need to keep up appearances. She couldn’t play the part of successful business owner and trainer elite if he saw her real woes.

  “I’d rather not talk about it,” she said instead, feeling disappointment deep inside. She wasn’t ready. Besides, when she was, she’d have to have a glass of wine and a box of tissues at the ready, because she knew the waterworks would come. “Let’s do what you came here to do.”

  She locked up then they got geared up and hit the mats. When he was ready, she got into position, hugging the bag as he hit it, focusing his punches primarily with his left arm. “Don’t overdo the left. Give me some right jabs, too,” she told him.

  He immediately switched to his right. She loved that he took her opinion into account without arguing, took it as a sign that she’d earned his respect.

  Gabe bobbed and weaved and hit, bobbed and weaved and hit. Zoe watched him, mesmerized but his contracting muscles and the weight and sway of the bag pressed against her own body. As time progressed, the incident with her landlord faded, not completely disappearing but giving room to images of Gabe working her every bit as hard as he was working the bag. Every hit to the bag reverberated through her, emphasizing the hollow feeling between her thighs. And as Gabe grew slicker with sweat, Zoe grew slicker with her desire for him.

  After thirty minutes of nonstop sparring, he collapsed against the bag, hugging it hard, massive arms resting on hers. Zoe’s heartbeat spiked feeling the contact of his sweaty, hot skin on hers and she couldn’t help wondering how salty he would taste if she allowed herself to give into temptation and kiss him.

  “Thanks, that felt good.” He pushed off the bag, reached around her for a towel against the wall, and stopped inches from her body. Her eyes were level with his chest which was covered in rivers of sweat. He smelled dank, on the verge of offensive without crossing over, but she also picked up notes of soap and deodorant leftover from this morning.

  He paused there, pressing the clean towel to his face, looking down at her.

  “Zoe?”

  The way he was looking at her, she knew he could see how much she wanted him. Plus they were so close, she could feel how much he wanted her pressed against her hip. All she had to do was let fate do its job and she’d find out the answer to every question about his sexual preferences she’d wondered about over the last month. Whether he’d pound her good and hard, or whether he’d prefer slow and steady. Whether he’d take the lead or let her do as she pleased. What he would sound like when coming.

  She could have the answers if she wanted them.

  Gabe was obviously willing and ready. His eyes bore into hers, sending silent messages that she didn’t need to hear because she already knew. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. All she had to do was let him in.

  “I think you need to go shower,” she whispered.

  He nodded without a word, clearly disappointed that once again, she’d denied him, and herself. “I’ll hurry.”

  As she watched, he walked toward the locker rooms, giving her one last look over his shoulder before peeling off his sweaty shirt and heading for the showers. He was the sexiest client she’d ever had, and though she’d been doing her best to deny their incredible chemistry, Zoe officially surrendered.

  From everything they’d talked about over the past few weeks, Gabe wasn’t looking for a serious commitment. He just wanted to focus on his training and football. She could help him with his goals whether they were sleeping together or not. But even more than that, she remembered her phone call with Pete, and how he’d urged her to take something for herself for once. Did everything have to be work, work, work? Be there for Dad, be there for Pete, be there for Gabe. What about her? What about Zoe? When did Zoe get to have some fun? No, the situation wasn’t perfect.

  But bottom line, she needed Gabe.

  He was worth the risk.

  Taking a cleansing deep breath, she set down her purse, locked the gym doors, and headed for the steamy showers, peeling layers of clothes off as she went.

  Chapter 14

  Zoe had stepped into the men’s locker room before to check for lost bags, forgotten shoes, or tossed towels previous to leaving for the night, but tonight, she was on a different mission. Thankfully, the cleaners had already given the showers a scrub down, but even if they hadn’t, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist doing what she was doing.

  She followed the sound of running water and entered the showers completely naked.

  Gabe faced the blue-tiled wall, a single light shining from above, spotlighting the most perfect creature she’d ever seen. From head to toe, Gabe was a sculpted masterpiece covered in soapy water. Rivulets streamed down his back, between his ass cheeks, down his perfect legs. He hadn’t noticed her yet, so she took a moment to admire his physique. After a few seconds, he paused, having sensed her.

  He turned, soap in hand.

  Their eyes connected.

  Narrowing his, he gazed at her through the steam, as if trying to figure out if she was real or not. The front of his exquisite body was even more chiseled and defined than the back, but she had seen his chest and tribal tattoo a million times. What she hadn’t seen, only imagined nights on end, was his cock, now filling, engorging, rising as much as a heavy, thick cock could rise upon seeing her standing there.

  It’s more like a trunk, she thought, a smile coming to her lips.

  She strode towards him without a word, entered his foggy space, and laced her arms up around his neck. He fell into her embrace, circling those massive arms around her back and waist, immediately opening his full, delicious mouth to take her in. It was like coming home to a place she’d never been before. Filled with pent-up energy, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her up against the tiled wall, hovering over her as he pinned Zoe’s arms up over her head.

  He kissed her hard, licked and nipped at her arms, pressed his palms into her underarms and slid them up to feel the smoothness. If she felt strong and independent before, she suddenly became a delicate flower beside Gabe. He towered over her, pressing his carefully trained muscles into her, all two-hundred-and-sixty pounds of sheer power pushing up against her smaller frame, urgently expressing its need. One of her legs wrapped around his waist, as they kissed, explored, and devoured each other without rhyme, reason, or order of any kind.

  Simple, unbridled urges led the way. Even though they’d kissed once before, it had been nothing like this. This was more raw, with no reservations. She’d strolled into the showers with one thing on her mind, and there was no denying he was up for the offering—or the challenge.

  “What do you need?” she breathed into his mouth.

  “You. Since day one.”

  His kisses were rough, teeth grazing her lips and biting into her tongue at moments. She could’ve bled and wouldn’t have cared. She wanted him to consume her completely, make her feel something besides misery. Take her away from all the sadness—her father, the failing gym, her uncertainty about the future. She felt like she was falling down a rabbit hole as warning signs dropped past her without a care.

  Arms roped with veins, beaded with rivulets of water, squeezed her. Their mouths gasped for air between kissing and sucking on earlobes, collarbones, and the ink infusing his flesh. If she tried hard enough, she might devour his heartbeat, she was so ready to please him. Abs chiseled out of marble dropped into a lower midsection ripped enough to make her come just from looking at him.

  She loved the feel of his large hands cupping her ass, pulling her up so she had to stand on her tippy toes. He nearly lifted her, lining up the head of his thick cock with the mound of her pussy and grinding against her there. Her folds dripped with juices down her in
ner thighs. She didn’t want the water to wash it away, so he could fully experience how much she wanted him. She wanted to become one with him, meld into him—her body ached from how badly she needed Gabe, had needed him for some time now.

  She was proud of how resilient she’d been in resisting him, but it’d also been foolish. Humans needed touch, passion, and there was no one she’d rather experience that with than Gabe.

  She dropped kisses down his chest, following the center line of his stomach as his hands caressed her hair, lifted it, and twisted it into a ponytail. Zoe sank into a squat and opened her legs, facing the part of him she’d fantasized about for weeks now, taking his fully erect cock into both hands. Even with ten fingers wrapped around him, she couldn’t cover every square inch. She took a moment to ponder how she would even get him into her mouth. She couldn’t wait to feel his velvety smoothness slipping between her lips.

  Admiring his shape, she cupped his balls, heavy in her hand, and stroked his shaft, using some of the soap still on him. His cock was so fucking big, she felt like she was stroking a barber shop pole. She stroked and stroked, keeping her lips just a few inches away with her tongue poised right on the edge, just to tease him. Opening her legs wider, she gave him a teasing glance upwards.

  For a moment, seeing his face, the implications of what they were doing, how it might change their relationship, nagged at her, but she set them aside. Stop the worrying. She wanted to feel alive for once. She wanted to give herself permission. And if that meant pushing Gabe’s cock into her mouth as far as it would go, so be it. She lowered herself a bit more, tilted her head to one side, and took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, licking and tasting his warm skin on her tongue. She slurped them over and over, both for his benefit, because she knew he’d love it, but for herself, too.

  Finally, sliding his thickness into her mouth, her lips stretched to accommodate him, she gazed up at that beautiful face of his.

  He groaned, tossing his head back, as she took him in.

  Zoe Reynolds, trainer extraordinaire, began sucking his cock.

  She slurped on it without a care, without realizing or giving a shit that a line of drool formed at her mouth after a minute of working his cock to make it fit. It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen in his life, this angel face with a devil’s mouth salivating while hungrily eating his cock. Her perky tits bounced side to side as she sucked, her body swaying back and forth. Gabe did what he could to reach them, pinched her nipples, then went back to grabbing her hair and guiding her along his cock.

  It had been a fucking long time.

  Yes, he’d held out for her and didn’t care if anyone found out and judged him for it. Any other man would’ve done the same to see those emerald eyes and baby face looking up at him. She swallowed him with gusto, forced his cockhead to touch the back of her throat, and gagged dramatically before pulling him out with a teary-eyed gasp.

  Fucking beautiful.

  Besides sucking him off, her fingers dipped down and began touching herself too. Because this whole experience couldn’t have gotten any sexier. First she’d wandered in here completely naked looking like a younger, brunette version of the nude woman from the bathroom scene in The Shining, a surprisingly sexy part of the movie in an otherwise creepy setting. Second, Zoe had then dropped down to order his sausage after a dry spell of going vegan, and now, on top of it all, she was getting herself off.

  What the fuck—this woman was a goddess.

  He wanted her. Wanted her every day and every night if it would always be this way.

  Why had they denied themselves for so long?

  Right, because he was her client and she wanted to keep things professional. But more importantly, because they’d both wanted to prevent hurt in the future. Pain. That thing that happened when people decided they were done with you. Gabe knew the feeling all too well, so he told himself not to get his hopes up after this night. She might not want more than this, though he hoped that wasn’t the case.

  “Come here, stand up,” he told her, lifting her to her feet by the elbows.

  He had to see her from behind. That perfect peach ass had haunted his dreams. He turned her around and gave her cheeks a smack, watching her skin turn pink before spanking her again. She squealed with delight. He’d never seen an ass bounce like that in his life. She pushed her ass against him, wanting more, so he gave her more.

  Gabe took advantage of the position and ran his cock up and down her wet slit, pushing his head just slightly into her before pulling out again. Wrapping his hands around her frame, he squeezed her tits hard, heard her moan, and did it again. He pinched her nipples and then slapped them from the sides. Her perfect, toned body that wiggled just enough and bounced back into place was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He couldn’t imagine her as the chubby little girl she’d told him about, but he would’ve been fine with her body any type, any way. As long as it was still Zoe.

  With her ass high in the air, she took a hold of his cock and placed the head right at the entrance to her pulsing cunt, pressing back against him, sliding herself up and down his aching solid shaft. Gabe’s eyes nearly rolled right the fuck out of his head. She felt so good and tight, so surreally sweet, going in, he wondered if he’d passed heaven and gone straight to a newly undiscovered paradise. With her slick sheath coating him, she ground herself onto him, corkscrewing her ass to fit as much of him as she could into her.

  Wait, into her. She was shoving him into her bareback.

  As much as it killed him, he pressed against her hip and gritted out. “Shit, Zoe, I’m sorry. I’m not wearing protection.”

  Zoe glanced at him over her shoulder. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” she said. “You?”

  “I’m clean,” he said.

  She licked her lips and pushed her hips back. “Then fuck me, Gabe. Please. I need you so bad.”

  Hearing Zoe beg and admit how much she needed him snapped the final threads of his control. Holding her hips with both hands, he did what he’d been waiting to do for a long time now and rammed himself into her for the first time. Because, finally. Because, holy shit. Because he was buried deep inside that sweet pussy, fucking her harder with each thrust, building the pressure between his legs to a higher pitch. Her fingers worked herself while he fucked her, as warm water ran down her back, between her ass cheeks, right onto his cock and his balls. He reached around to help her build her own pressure, digging his fingers into hers, creating that double effort.

  He fucked her for all those times they’d gotten too close during workouts, for all those times when he had to move past her without touching her.

  With one hand on her waist and the other alternating between her tits and her clit, he began to lose his coordination once he reached that last level when appearances and rhythm no longer mattered. All that mattered was reaching that mind-shattering state where multiple colors coalesced into one blinding white light, and he could claim her as his, if only for a moment.

  But he would take that moment and make it count.

  “You’re mine, peach,” he grunted into her ear.

  Of course she didn’t belong to him, and yet she did, because they weren’t in the real world. They were caught together timelessly as one unified being right now. He imagined that she did belong to him, and as she cried out, squeezed her legs and screamed into the shower tiles, Gabe gave her a few more thrusts and let himself go, too.

  “That’s it. Come for me,” he told her. “You love this, don’t you?”

  She nodded, small hands reaching back to grip his hair.

  With his final thrust, he gave her every inch of himself and every bit of his soul, too. He let her have everything. They moaned together, locked in a frozen pose, each trying to make the other’s climax last a bit longer. Finally, they collapsed onto the warm tile floor, resting up against the tiles. He held her between his legs in a bear hug from behind, his head on her shoulder, and her chin thrown back.


  “What the fuck…” he muttered.

  “Your fault.”

  “How was it my fault?” he said, kissing her cheek. “You’re the seductress who came in here when I least expected it.”

  “Because you’re too damn sexy,” she replied.

  He smiled into her wet hair and held her for a long time. Then he cupped her jaw and gently turned her head until she was looking at him.

  “Zoe, you said you don’t do casual sex, and I want you to know, that’s not what this was. I don’t want this to be our only time together, Zoe. I don’t want you to stop training me. I don’t want to be just your client. I want us to be together for real. I don’t know what that means exactly because I can’t make any promises about the future but —”

  Surprise had widened Zoe’s eyes, but she smiled and covered his mouth with her fingertips. “We don’t have to worry about labels. Trainer. Client. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. We’re just a man and woman, and I want to be together, too, Gabe. For however long it lasts, we’ll figure it out.”

  Gabe frowned slightly, still hesitant, still afraid he was being unfair and might unintentionally hurt her. Then again, maybe he’d be the one that would be hurt, because the words she’d spoken—however long it lasts—meant that just like him, Zoe wasn’t sure whether they’d be together for the long term either. Was that really any way to start things between them?

  Maybe not, but he just wasn’t willing to give up any amount of time he could have with Zoe like this. Which basically meant, he was in this, no matter what the future brought. She was worth the risk.

  Gabe shifted their bodies until Zoe was facing him, straddling his lap.

  “You really mean that? You’re okay just seeing where this goes?”

  “Absolutely,” Zoe said. “In fact, let’s shake on it.”

  She held out her hand, and Gabe eyed it with a growing smirk. "Can I shake your boob instead?"

  "Huh?"

  Zoe yelped when Gabe leaned forward and sucked her tit into his mouth. She giggled as he gently lowered her to the floor.