Page 32 of Without Bound
She struggles to move them down smoothly, so I step over and take the cord from her hand and maneuver them into place, ending the guys feature show.
“Thanks,” I hear her say, but it’s her breath on my arm that clues me in to how close she’s standing. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you since, you know.”
I think back to the night I rescued her from the party and her subsequent sleepover. I’m ashamed of what I did in the shower that morning, but it was either that or pin her to the wall and sink into her.
“Good. Just busy getting these guys back on track.” The bass of the songs grows deeper and the words circle in my mind.
It’s as if they’re a tease straight from Anais’ mouth to my ears.
If I was your girl, oh, the things I'd do to you
I'd make you call out my name, I'd ask who it belongs to
If I was your woman, the things I'd do to you
But I'm not, so I can't
Then I won't
But if I was your girl
My mind goes to dark places thinking of all the things she could do to me. For me. With me. A tremble runs through my body, and I clench my jaw to stop me from physically shaking.
“I know I’ve thanked you several times, but I really am grateful for your help and for not telling my uncle.” I dip my chin, letting her know it’s no problem. “So I was thinking, maybe we could meet up for lunch or dinner sometime. Let me treat you to a meal as a thank you.”
“That’s not necessary,” I tell her.
She places her dainty hand on my bicep and says, “Oh c’mon. It’s just a meal.”
My eyes travel down my arm to where her delicate fingers touch my hot flesh. My skin, though heated, erupts with goosebumps.
“How about we’ll see?”
Her smile grows, bigger and brighter, and light shines in her eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I smirk and shake my head. “You’re stubborn. Just like your uncle.”
Her plump lip gets caught between her teeth and she gives me a little shrug. “We promise to keep the blinds closed. We don’t want to distract your players.”
With a wink she pops up on her toes and places a soft kiss on my cheek. My body freezes and I feel the blood drain from my face. She walks away and I close my eyes, hating that I loved it so much and despising myself for wanting more.
I quickly nod to the rest of the girls and scurry out of the studio and back into the gym. I walk over and push one of the guys off the bench press and take over. I need to sweat out these feelings.
I lose track of how many times I throw the barbell from my body, or how much weight hangs from each end, but I’m focused and trying to clear my mind of Anais. Cheers begin to erupt around me and I blink out of my daze.
“Fuck, Coach. You’re benching three-fifteen.” The guys clap and encourage me to keep going.
I press four more times before my arms grow weak and my shoulders burn. I struggle to get the last rep up and the guys help me rack the barbell. I sit up, out of breath and drenched in sweat, and drop my eyes to the bench.
One after another, the guys come up and slap me on the back and praise me for such a heavy set. When I look back up, I spot the big brown eyes of the woman who I can’t seem to rid myself of.
She stands at the doorway, that same fucking lip bite, and this time the look in her eyes is full of desire. I glance at her rising chestand notice the hardened points of her nipples. I feel the twitching of my dick and jump up from the bench, rushing over to the water fountain and sticking my face under the cold stream.
If I can’t work her out of my head, maybe drowning will help.
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Anais
