While eating a whole box of donuts didn’t sound too appealing, I had to admire his discipline. I guess it was easier to starve yourself all week when there was a really bright light at the end of the tunnel.

  “What about you?” Donovan asked. He swung a fresh spoon of deliciousness my way. “Are you going to eat this in front of your personal trainer?” He smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Knowing that he’s going to ask you if you were good when you come to your workout on Monday?”

  I locked eyes with him. A thousand thoughts passed between us, wordlessly, as I parted my lips and accepted his offering.

  “It better be worth it,” Donovan sighed, still holding my gaze.

  “Oh it is,” I smirked back, not sure we were talking about Bananas Foster anymore. The distraction of his handsome face, sexy stubble and all, prevented me from fully enjoying the decadent dessert.

  But as long as he held me with those crystal blue eyes, I didn’t care.

  As the cooking class drew to a close, I was a little bit sad. I’d had so much fun with him in the casual yet intimate environment. We’d seemed to click so easily, so naturally, I didn’t want our time to end.

  “Where do you wanna spend the remainder of your cheat day?” I asked, leaving the question open-ended.

  Donovan took my hand and led me down a narrow staircase, into the bustling City streets. “I’ll show you.”

  The anomaly of yesterday was over, and it was much colder now. For a brief, fleeting instant I thought of Brody… of his motorcycle, and how warm and powerful it felt vibrating between my legs.

  Then I glanced back at Donovan and pushed those thoughts away.

  We walked for several blocks, holding hands, laughing and flirting and enjoying more conversation. Donovan was like a different person now. Gone was his stern expression, the unforgiving demeanor I always saw at the gym. He was happy now. Smiling constantly, and listening attentively to everything I had to say.

  “You’re a lot more friendly,” I finally chuckled. “While we’re out on a… you know…”

  “A date?”

  “Yeah,” I smiled. “That.”

  “Maybe I’m just trying to impress you,” he said. “Would you rather I give you the scowl?”

  I looked up and there it was — the face of utter seriousness. The drill-sergeant expression that always came whenever I missed a set, or phoned in a rep, or showed up after a canceled appointment.

  He squeezed my hand and he was smiling again. “This is my natural look,” he grinned. “I save the scowl for when I need it.”

  “Well I like this Donovan a lot better,” I said, squeezing back. “In fact—”

  My sentence died as he pulled me in and planted his lips against mine.

  Ten

  HOLLY

  I melted into him willingly, my body going to putty in his big, strong arms.

  Oh God…

  The kiss was intense! Hot and passionate and so, so amazing. Every nerve ending in my body tingled as I reached up to slide my arms over his shoulders. I was left standing on my toes, kissing him back, my tongue exploring his sweet mouth as my nostrils flared with the most incredible scent of aftershave or cologne…

  Everything disappeared. The City, the streets, the people walking along the sidewalks — nothing else mattered but the feeling of Donovan’s arms around my body and his lips against mine. The kiss could’ve gone on for ten seconds or ten years, I really couldn’t say. All I knew was that by the time it was over, I was left woozy and jelly-legged.

  “I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said, “for a very long time.”

  I tried to swallow but couldn’t get past the lump in my throat.

  “W—Why didn’t you?”

  “Partly because of Eddie,” he said, still holding me close. “Ever since I started working at Crunch Time, he’s been watching me like a hawk. But also partly because of… well, other things.”

  We were face to face, pelvis to pelvis. The idea that the only thing separating us below the waist were a couple of layers of clothing was wholly distracting.

  “What other things?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I’ll tell you about it sometime,” smiled Donovan. “Not tonight though.”

  We walked some more, our body language much more intimate now. I was leaning into my sexy trainer. Locking arms with him as well as holding his hand.

  Is this really a good idea?

  The voice I’d identified as ‘cautious Holly’ nagged in the back of my mind. She whispered about the potential pitfalls of dating my personal trainer. Of how I was already avoiding Malcolm at the workplace… and how if things went south in this case, I’d be avoiding someone at the gym as well.

  Donovan slid one corded arm around my waist. It felt so good, so right, I promptly told cautious Holly to fuck off.

  Eventually we were wandering through Soho, into a part of the lower City I didn’t really know. Everything was decked out for the holidays. I saw reds and greens and golds — twinkling Christmas lights, strung out along beautiful railings. Garland draped over window sills and doorways.

  “We’re here,” said Donovan.

  I looked up, and we were standing beneath a pretty orange awning. Through the windows before us I could see a beautiful array of cookies, cakes, pastries, and quaint little tables filled with excited, chattering people.

  “Sant Ambroeus?” I read aloud.

  “Ever been here?”

  “No.”

  Donovan laughed. “You’re in for it.”

  Apparently my date had planned the whole night, because he actually had a reservation. After taking the place in for ten minutes, through our nostrils as well as with our eyes, we were seated at cozy table and given menus. Not long after that, we were drinking the richest, most amazing coffee… paired with shots of sweet liqueur in dark chocolate shot glasses.

  “Boy, when you cheat you really cheat,” I observed.

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  Our waiter arrived again, bringing a large mug of steaming hot liquid to the table. Donovan pushed it my way with a not-so-secret smile.

  “Try that.”

  I shrugged and brought it carefully to my lips. The deep brown liquid smelled absolutely delicious as I tipped it back.

  Holy shit…

  It tasted even better.

  “Is this…”

  “Yup.”

  I laughed as I set the beverage down, licking a thick brown mustache from my upper lip. “It’s a mug of pure, melted chocolate, isn’t it?”

  “The most decadent thing on the menu,” Donovan affirmed.

  I stared back at him, losing myself in how good-looking he really was. His face was as amazing as his body; strong and masculine, with angular features. His black hair was streaked with brown, perfectly offset by his stunning blue eyes. Even his sexy jawline had just the right amount of stubble.

  I took a second sip of the melted chocolate, rolling my eyes as it flowed easily down my throat. With two painted fingernails I pushed it back his way.

  “You know my personal trainer is going to kick your ass, right?”

  Donovan laughed. “He sounds like a dick.”

  “He is a dick,” I shot back. “In the gym, anyway. Outside the gym he’s really sweet and thoughtful. And he makes great first date plans, to boot.”

  “First date huh?” He shifted closer from across the table. “Does that infer there’s going to be a second date?”

  “If you keep feeding me stuff like this?” I pointed down at the mug, “I can’t see what would possible stop it.”

  Our faces were drawing close again, and memories of our kiss came flooding back. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

  “Maybe I’ll just keep feeding you so you show up for your sessions,” said Donovan.

  “With stuff like this?” I countered. “You’re gonna need to up my workouts.”

  Donovan’s nose brushed mine. I wanted his lips — wanted to taste them again — but there were just too many people, too much around.

  “I’ll work you out,” he purred seductively. The way he phrased it left very little to the imagination. “All you have to do is say the word.”

  The waiter dropped our check on the table without asking. He’d asked three times already, but we’d just been having too much fun.

  “Word,” I said, without even blinking.

  Eleven

  DONOVAN

  The cab ride to my apartment was a steaming hot mess. A frenzied tangle of arms and legs — and of mouths and tongues — as we made out frantically in the short, six-minute trip.

  Once inside I slammed the door behind us, divorcing us from the millions of people below. It was finally just she and I. Me and the beautiful brunette I’d been training off and on for the better part of the last year, waiting and hoping and praying for her to be single.

  The best part was she didn’t even know it.

  Holly kissed me hotly, her lips traveling down my neck as she pulled clumsily at the buttons of my shirt. I wanted to help her. Wanted to get undressed as quickly as possible so I could help her get undressed, but something in the back of my mind told me to savor the moment.

  Slow. Down.

  I had to slow down. Willed myself to slow down. It was just too exciting — too overwhelmingly amazing — to finally have arrived at this point. To not only have Holly here, in my shitty little apartment, but to have landed this beautiful woman after one of the greatest dates of my life.

  “God, you smell incredible,” she mumbled into my neck.

  I reached down with both hands, cupping her ass. Finally getting my hand on those tender globes of firm, unyielding flesh I’d watched and ogled and fantasized about for so long. How many times had I put her on leg curls? Laying her flat on her belly just so I could watch her ass?

  Too many to count, I chuckled to myself. And although it seemed almost inappropriate at the time, I’d always been careful when I stole my glances. Throughout every single workout, I’d always been the consummate gentleman.

  But now…

  Now I had that ass in my hands. That very ass I’d molded and shaped and firmed through my own strict regiment of training. From that perspective, I was merely reaping my own rewards. And when you looked at it that way…

  “Oh wow!”

  Holly finally had my shirt off. Her palm smoothed down on its own, sliding over my abdominals, feeling the firm, washboard ridges I’d worked so hard and dieted so stringently to earn and maintain. A second hand joined the first, and then she was sinking… kneeling to the floor before me. Rubbing her warm cheek against my belly before planting a line of soft, slow kisses across my lower stomach.

  All guilt flew out the window as my head lolled back. It seemed Holly was having just as much fun with my body as I was with hers.

  “I— I’ve always wanted this…” she admitted humbly.

  I glanced down just as she looked up. Another understanding passed between us.

  “I’ve always wanted you,” I said. “I… I just never thought…”

  I let my voice trail off as Holly’s fingers fumbled with my fly. She undid the button. Took down the zipper…

  And the entire time, her eyes never left mine.

  Awww, fuck yes.

  My cute little date looked like a goddess on her knees. A beautiful, long-haired vixen batting her eyelashes at me while her mouth curled into a sexy smile.

  Should you really be doing this?

  Holly pulled down hard on my boxers, freeing my cock. It swung her way, looking magnificent against the side of her face.

  Eddie would kill you.

  Yes, but Eddie wasn’t here. And Eddie would kill me just for taking her out, or even looking her way. It was all hypocritical of course: Eddie would date just about anyone at the gym, and had tried on several occasions. If he could see me right now, he’d only hate me more than he already does.

  Oh… oh man...

  Blinking dreamily, Holly turned her full attention to my rapidly swelling manhood. It jumped electrically as she wrapped one little hand around the base. Her lips parted and her mouth went wide.

  My eyes screwed shut as she took me in.

  Oh fuck…

  It was like reaching nirvana. Holly’s mouth was a warm, wet heaven, especially with her hand working me from the base. I reveled in the sensations for a good half minute. Just concentrated on the exquisite feel of her lips dragging tightly up and down the full length of my smooth erection.

  Then I opened my eyes and looked down… to find her staring up at me.

  Damn.

  There was an instant connection between us — one that superseded our sex act. It was an understanding, a mutual respect. An intimacy that came with knowing each other for an entire year before doing this, even though we’d never gone out until tonight.

  My hands dropped to her head, sifting through soft layers of fragrant hair. I guided her up and down on my cock, enjoying how beautiful she was. How perfect she looked on her knees, blowing me, her blue-green eyes filled with abject lust. It felt unbelievable. Like a long-awaited dream, finally realized.

  But it was her body I wanted most.

  “Get up here.”

  Holly sucked me tip to base two or three more times in defiance, pumping me with her fist like she wanted to bring me off. If I’d let her go on, she would’ve. It would’ve been easy to just let go, right in her sweet little mouth.

  “OH!”

  She gasped as I lifted her, and abruptly spun her around. The bed was too far. The couch would have to do. I stripped her in seconds, sliding my hands around her waist and then yanking her clothes down, the same way she’d done to me.

  Then she was bending over the arm of the couch… half obediently, half because my hand was pushing down on her back.

  “Ohhhhhhh…”

  Her pussy was soaking wet. It drenched my palm as I rubbed it up and down, coating my hand and making my fingers nice and slick. I slipped two of them inside her, carefully probing her depths. I pushed them in firmly and deliberately, smiling in satisfaction as Holly shoved back against my hand.

  “You need to be fucked.”

  I saw her hair move as she nodded, her face obscured against the smooth leather seat cushion. The height was perfect. My cock was jutting straight out from my body, harder and more throbbing than I’d ever been in my life…

  “OH FUCK!”

  She wiggled her ass as I rubbed it along her entrance, getting it all slick and wet with her juices. Then I pushed the head inside. Holly’s legs quivered, her whole body shaking with pleasure.

  “Yessssss…”

  She felt like warm butter as I sank into her.

  An image flashed to mind of our Bananas foster, all that hot butter, melting in the pan. Holly feeding me slowly, sensually. Smiling as she licked caramelized sugar off tips of her fingers…

  “Fuck fuck fuck fuck…”

  She was grunting the word breathlessly as I sank into her. Inch by inch I slid in, stretching her around me, my cock bigger and thicker than I ever remembered. I kept pushing until the softness of her ass was pressed tightly against my abdomen, my hands having gone to her hips mechanically. And then I was finally there: buried inside her. Buried so deep, so wonderfully, achingly deep, that the whole rest of the world just melted away.

  “Holy fucking shit, Holly...”

  She giggled, and her cute little laughter caused her body to bounce around me. I felt like I could come at any moment. As if all she had to do was squeeze… and everything would be irrevocably lost.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” she asked innocently. Her hair had parted a little, and I could see one turquoise eye.

  “In a minute, yeah,” I smirked back. “I just… you’re just so…”

  She arched an eyebrow.

  “Wow…” I breathed.

  Twelve

  HOLLY

  It took another half-minute before Donovan moved again. I spent that time studying his expression, enjoying the dream-like look of ecstasy on his face as he held my ass against his perfect, washboard stomach. We were lovers now. He was inside me! And through the many fantasies, all the times I’d thought about doing this with him, I never could’ve imagined it would start with a one-stroke timeout.

  I guess I should be flattered.

  Donovan’s hands flexed as he regained control. His fingers dug in, dimpling the supple flesh as his hands slid down to my ass. Then he began fucking me, for real this time, and I felt a wave of goosebumps spread over my entire body.

  Ohhhhh…

  Two strokes turned into three, then three dozen. We were screwing, now. Actually doing it. Our relationship up until this point had been friendly but professional. But now… now there was no going back.

  Thank God!

  I wanted to bury my face in the couch. Just squint my eyes shut and enjoy the raw feel of being so filled by him. Instead, I kept glancing back over my shoulder. I needed the visual — needed to see every ripple of his flawless stomach, every quiver and flex of muscle as he continued pounding himself into me, again and again.

  “Fuck!”

  Cursing wasn’t something I did often. In my conservative Texan upbringing, I’d always been chastised for it. But right here, right now, anything went. I was thousands of miles from home, surrounded by millions of people… screaming anything I fucking wanted while being drilled by the most perfect specimen of a man I’d ever allowed inside me.

  God… just look at him!

  His body was beyond amazing with his shirt off. Even more incredible as it moved behind me, pumping me like a machine. I could only imagine the discipline it took for him to maintain such a physique. And here I was, benefiting from all his hard work. Stretching my arms high overhead on the couch so I could shove back against him, taking every last inch of him inside my body.

  “Oh my God…”

  My trainer’s hands slid up my body. They’d touched me before of course, but never like this. He pushed up my bra, exposing my nipples. Two firm hands closed over my swaying breasts as he continued laying into me…

 

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