Man of Strength: An older alpha male and younger woman short romance (Filthy Rich Love Book 5)

by Sadie King

  He grabs his laptop bag and heads out the door. I’m left wondering who the hell Tyler really is.

  An hour later, I swipe through the doors at the club. The blonde at reception gives me her usual snide look. If I was running this place, she’d be the first one to go. It’s a nice fantasy, and I give her a wide smile. Nothing’s going to get me down today.

  “We don’t open ‘til 7.30 on Sundays, so you’ll have to wait outside for another half hour,” she says with a smirk.

  “Tyler asked me to meet him here at seven.”

  “Well, he shouldn’t be organizing PT sessions outside of regular hours. And besides, we have an emergency staff meeting starting, like, now. So...”

  At that moment, Tyler strides in. The blonde does a double take, and her jaw almost hits the floor. He comes straight over and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. The blonde’s jaw hits the floor again.

  Other gym members start trickling in. It’s mainly the early crowd, and I recognize the sleazy PT guy who’s been ogling me since I’ve been here.

  A guy with messy hair ambles in, tucking a crumpled shirt into his pants.

  “What’s this about?” the blonde asks him.

  “Not sure,” he says, stifling a yawn. “Got a call from head office telling me to get down here. It better be good.”

  He freezes when he sees Tyler in his suit.

  “What the hell? You been to a costume party, or something?”

  Tyler fixes him with a steely look. “As General Manager of this club, I thought you’d want to be here for this.”

  The man straightens up, confusion crossing his still half-asleep face.

  Tyler gives my hand a quick squeeze and then strides to the center of the room.

  “As some of you may have guessed, I’m not actually a personal trainer.” There are surprised looks, which I can only assume means no one but myself had any suspicions.

  “I’m Tyler Blunt.” The General Manager gasps and stands up straighter.

  Tyler continues “As of earlier this year, I took over the running of Blunt Active from my father, who founded this chain of health clubs.”

  There are murmurs of understanding around the room.

  “My father built these clubs up from one single gym to expand all around the country. But it’s no secret that in the last few years we’ve seen a bit of a downturn. When I took over as CEO, I vowed to turn that around.

  “I’ve been going undercover at some of the least profitable clubs to get a feel at the grassroots level for what is going on and where we might improve.”

  There are some nervous looks around the group.

  “I chose this club because the profits were on the decline. And after spending some time here, I know why.”

  He pauses and looks around the room. The manager is standing at attention, all signs of his hangover gone. A bead of sweat runs down his brow. But he’s not as nervous as Connor, who’s inching towards the door.

  “There’s been fraudulent activity at the club.” Tyler fixes his gaze on Connor. There are gasps around the room. Connor makes a break for it and jumps over the entry gates.

  At that moment, a policeman comes through the doors. Connor tries to dodge around him, but the officer is a big guy, and in one quick move he pins Connor to the floor.

  “This the guy?” he asks as Connor squirms under him.

  “That’s him,” says Tyler. “Started charging clients privately for group training sessions in parks. Said they were part of the club and pocketed all the money. A pretty amateur scam, probably only making an extra couple hundred bucks a month.

  “But he got greedy,” Tyler continues. “Accessed the bank details of members, started skimming money out of their accounts. Got their details from his lovely assistant...” He turns to Melanie, who has gone pale.

  “I didn’t know that’s what he was doing,” she says, blinking back tears. “He never told me that’s what he was doing.”

  “That will be for the courts to decide,” says another police officer, leading her away.

  The general manager has a panicked look in his eye. “I didn’t know this was going on.”

  Tyler fixes him with a look. “It was right under your nose, and you didn’t see it? That’s not what I expect from my club managers. There will be a full investigation, and you’ll need to convince me to let you keep your job.”

  “Okay, okay sir. I will.” He nods vigorously.

  “Now everyone get back to work. The gym opens in ten minutes.”

  As everyone moves away, he pulls me aside.

  “Now you know who I really am. Are you still game for a workout?”

  I have so many questions for him, but he’s looking at me intensely, and he’s holding my hands in his, and goddamn he’s hot in that suit. I decide the questions can wait until later.

  “Of course,” I say.

  His face relaxes into a cheeky smile.

  “Good.” He leads me through a door marked “Studios.” “Because I have something special in mind.”

  9

  Tyler

  I lead her to the back studio, which I know is free for a few hours. It’s hard finding privacy at a gym, but she’s wearing her sexy workout clothes, and I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her now.

  I guide her through the door and lock it behind us.

  The floor is shiny like it’s just been cleaned, and there are floor to ceiling mirrors on one wall.

  “You’re not dressed for a workout.” She indicates my suit.

  “That depends on what kind of workout we’re talking about.” I take her hand and pull her towards me.

  Even through this suit I can feel her tight body pressed against mine. The blood runs down to my cock, and I’m instantly hard.

  I press my lips against hers. She opens them for me, and I slide my tongue in, claiming her mouth. She tastes like sweetness with a hint of coffee. She’s pliant in my arms, giving in to me, and I’m suddenly overcome with my need for her.

  With a hunger I need to satisfy, I pull at her Lycra top. Our mouths break apart as I pull it over her head. She’s wearing a sports bra and I jerk the front zipper down, letting her breasts spill out. They point straight at me, the nipples already at attention.

  Her hunger seems to match my own, because she’s clawing at my jacket. It slips down my arms and falls to the floor. She grabs my shirt and pulls it apart, sending buttons pinging across the floor.

  Holy fuck, I’ve never had a woman do that to me before. It’s sexy as hell. Her hands are all over my body, and now she’s pressing up against me, her tits pushing into me. I’m facing the mirror and I run my hands over her ass, enjoying the view as well as the feel of her perfect curves. My heart’s beating wildly, and if I don’t have this woman soon, I’ll explode.

  “I’m going to make you mine,” I tell her, as I hook my thumbs over her leggings and panties and pull them both down at the same time. She kicks off her shoes and steps out of her clothes, so she’s standing naked before me.

  “And I’m going to make you mine,” she tells me, that defiant look in her eyes. Holy fuck, she’s challenging me, and it’s making me wild. I want to bend her over and show her who’s boss, but it’s so unexpected that my dick is twitching in anticipation.

  She undoes my belt and pulls my pants down. Then she gets on her knees and pulls down my boxers. My dick is right at mouth level, and she darts out her tongue and licks me from base to tip. Her mouth closes around me, and she slides up and down my shaft. It’s warm and wet, and she’s sucking me all in.

  Holy shit, if this is her making me hers, then I’m all in. I turn her sideways so I can watch in the mirror. My hard cock sliding in and out of her pink mouth while she kneels naked before me. A bit of pre-cum spurts into her mouth.

  “I’m going to cum if you keep going,” I warn her. She looks up at me and picks up the pace.

  Her hand reaches between her legs. I watch in the mirror as she rubs her clit. Her tits bounce up and dow
n as my dick moves in and out of her mouth. I’m so fucking close. I grab her hair and thrust myself into her.

  Her hand picks up the pace on her clit, and she moans with every thrust. The vibrations in her mouth send me over the edge. I spurt cum deep into her throat as she shakes with her own orgasm. She swallows it down and licks up every last drop.

  “Now you’re mine,” she says, giving me that defiant look.

  I pull her to her feet. “And now I’m going to make you mine.”

  She presses her body against me, wriggling provocatively. My dick’s instantly hard again.

  “I need you to understand something.” I pull her head back so she’s looking me in the eye. “When I say I’m going to make you mine, I mean I’m going in there with no protection. I want to get you pregnant. Do you understand?”

  “I want that too.” She stands on her tippy toes and whispers in my ear. “Put your seed in me.”

  Fuck, it’s like waving a red flag at a bull. The animal in me takes over. I press my lips savagely against her and she responds, matching my passion. I spin her around so she’s facing the mirror.

  “Get on your knees.” It comes out like a growl. She drops to her hands and knees, and I kneel behind her. She spreads her legs apart, opening herself up to me. Her lips are pink and glistening, and my dick responds with a throbbing I have to relieve. I guide it over to her and run the tip over her pink folds.

  “This might hurt,” I tell her. “I’ll start gentle, but I warn you. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  She meets my eyes in the mirror.

  “I want you to fuck me hard.”

  Holy fuck, this girl is driving me crazy. I can’t wait any more. I slide the tip in between those soft folds. She whimpers, and I pause.

  “Keep going,” she says. “Please, keep going.”

  I slide in deeper. It’s so fucking tight it sends shock waves right up my dick. I go in and out a few times until I feel her loosen up to me.

  “I’m going to break through your cherry now. It may hurt, but only for a moment.”

  “Do it,” she says. “Take my virginity.”

  Fuck, this is the most erotic experience I’ve ever had. I lock eyes with her in the mirror and thrust hard. She cries out, and her eyes widen as I push through. I feel wetness gush over me as her pussy takes me in its vice-like grip.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  “Yes.” She’s breathing hard. “Keep going.”

  I pull back and push inside her again. She cries out with every thrust. Her hair’s sweaty, and her tits are bouncing up and down. I reach one hand around to grab her tits, while the other hand grasps a handful of ass flesh.

  “Touch yourself,” I tell her, and she reaches down to find her clit.

  I watch in the mirror. Her hand rubs herself as I push into her. Her mouth forms a perfect “O” shape as I push the air out of her, making her call out with every thrust. Her cries pitch higher until she’s making sharp little sounds that drive me fucking wild.

  It’s so fucking sexy and feels so good that I can feel my climax building. I’m pounding her hard now, my balls slapping against her asshole. The tips of her fingers sliding over them as she rubs herself.

  “Get ready,” I warn her. “I’m going to cum.”

  “Cum for me,” she says. “Cum deep, Tyler. Cum deep.”

  I explode into her. Cum shooting deep inside her, my seed burrowing into her. Her pussy clenches around me as she meets my climax.

  “Tyler,” she cries out as she comes, and it nearly makes me hard all over again. Her pussy contracts, sucking every last drop out of me. When the pulsing subsides, I pull her toward me and turn her around to sit on my knees.

  I hold her close until we both stop trembling.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” I tell her. “I meant that about making you mine. You are mine now, forever.”

  She looks at me with a smile that makes my heart jump. “Tyler, I’ve been yours ever since I walked in on you in the shower.”

  I pull her close and silently thank the gods that were looking out for me that day. I’ve found my perfect partner. Someone to keep me on my toes who loves going down on her knees. My life is truly complete.

  Epilogue

  Zoe

  Five years later...

  The blood’s pounding in my ears, my heart feels like it might burst, and the muscles in my legs are aching. I can hear him breathing heavily behind me as I run the last few steps through the trees and burst into the clearing at the top of the hill.

  There’s a gnarly old tree stump and I throw my arm out, slapping my palm on the rotted bark as he closes in on me.

  “Yassssss!” I throw my arms in the air and do a victory dance. “I beat you!”

  It’s the first time I’ve ever beaten my husband in this run, and I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth. But first I spend a few minutes doubled over, too short of breath to speak.

  Annoyingly he seems quite composed, sweating but not almost ready to collapse like I am. A frown crosses my face. “Did you let me win?” I ask, my hands on my hips.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it, my love. You beat me fair and square.”

  I’m still not convinced, but he smiles at me innocently, so I decide to enjoy my victory.

  We always do this run whenever we’re at home. There are some woods out the back of the estate, and it’s become tradition to race each other to the tree stump at the top of the hill.

  We spend a lot of time on the road. Tyler goes undercover at problem clubs around the country or visits those that he’s been working to improve.

  He’s a lot more hands-on than his father ever was, and it seems to be working for the business. We expanded into Europe last year, tuning Blunt Active into a global brand.

  True to his word, he offered me a job devising a staff training program. I based it on what I knew of customer service in the hospitality industry, and now I manage the program.

  I don’t need to work, but I love my job. I love traveling the country, my husband at my side, and our two little girls with us. He takes them into the clubs and shows them around, talking to them very seriously about the business.

  “One of you will take all of this over one day,” he tells them. They watch him with earnest faces, and then try to get him to take them in the swimming pool. My heart feels fit to burst when I see him with our children. I’m the luckiest woman alive.

  I’ve recovered my breath, but I’m still covered in sweat. I wipe my forehead and slick my hair back. Tyler’s watching me, and he’s got that animal look in his eye that I’ve come to know so well. He pulls me towards him and presses my body to his.

  “I think you deserve a present for your win.”

  My heart quickens as I feel him getting hard against me.

  “What did you have in mind?” I ask innocently.

  He leads me into the woods and pushes me up against a thick tree.

  His hands run up my body to cup my breasts, and he leans in to kiss my neck. His touch still thrills me as much as it did the first time.

  “It’s time to put another baby in your belly,” he says, nuzzling my neck. I nod in agreement. My legs feel like jelly, and as he runs his hands over my breasts I sink to my knees. He crouches down with me and pulls my leggings off.

  “I like you on your knees,” he says, roughly taking my ass in his hands.

  Which is fine by me. I’m never happier than when my strong man is behind me, reminding me that I’m his.

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