Page 6 of His Candy Cane (Sweet Treats 1)

Stop it, the voice in my head warns. You were hired to help Maisie lose weight, and not to flirt and make-out. Get a hold of yourself.

Of course, the voice is right but I can’t help the X-rated thoughts that churn through my head. Maisie, spread eagle with her big breasts heaving, the tips hard and pebbled. Maisie, chanting my name as I give it to her hard and direct. Maisie, convulsing with ecstasy with my candy cane stuck deep inside her wet warmth. Suddenly, personal training has never sounded so good.

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Maisie

I let myself out of the locker room to step into the hallway. Every cell in my body feels alive, like I’ve been sleeping for centuries only to be awakened a gorgeous prince. After all, Patrick is definitely very prince-like. He’s tall, handsome, with the charisma and confidence of an alpha male, not to mention the anatomy of a male stallion.

After all, I can’t get the image out of my mind. I keep seeing his penetrating blue eyes, of course, but I also keep seeing that enormous bulge in his gym pants. Most men wear loose basketball shorts, but not my personal trainer. He was wearing compression leggings that not only highlighted his thick tree trunk thighs, but also the giant snake that was so big that it reached almost to his knee.

His knee? the voice in my head scoffs. Please, Maisie, get real. That’s only in the dirty movies you’ve been watching on your phone.

I blush because the voice has a point. I’ve never been with a man in real life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy some of the free videos on-line every now and then. In fact, I find them kind of fun. There are all sorts of X-rated clips that titillate me, and sometimes after my parents are asleep, I’ll pull the covers over my head and flip on my phone for some raunchy viewing.

But that’s the thing. It’s fun to watch the videos and my battery-operated boyfriend does his job just fine. But sadly, there have been no men in real life. There were some boys at my community college who asked me out, but I found them uninspiring and always said no. They were immature, with greasy skin and ill-fitting clothes. More recently, Lionel’s asked me out a few times, much to my chagrin. My co-worker thinks he’s got it going on, but I always say no, stating that we can’t date because we’re co-workers. To be honest, there are no rules at the vet’s office about dating another employee, but I just say that there are so that it’s easier to get Lionel off my back.

But now, I’ve seen manhood in its full glory, and my mouth falls open with the memory of Patrick’s member because I didn’t know that guys like that actually exist in real life. He must be at least ten inches long and so thick that it’s difficult to get a rubber on. What would it feel like to have that in me? Would I moan with pleasure or squirm with discomfort? Would he be gentle or ruthless? My body grows moist and hot merely thinking about it.

Unfortunately, I can’t let on that I’m having these thoughts because it would be humiliating if he knew. Of course, how any woman controls herself around such masculinity is beyond me, but before opening the door to the gym, I force myself to take a deep breath and try to calm my pounding pulse. Down girl, the voice in my head warns. You’re here to work out, and not for sexy times.

But when I open the door and glimpse Patrick again, every nerve in my body leaps to life because he’s absolutely mouth-watering. At the moment, he’s turned around fastening a weight to a machine, and I can’t help but appreciate those firm male buttocks. They look like they’re as hard and steel, and I long to run my tongue along that heavenly musculature.

“Hi,” I stammer. “Sorry I took so long.”

For the first time in my life, I’m glad that Lorraine made me invest in some sexy work-out clothes. After all, left to my own devices, I’d be wearing shapeless sweats that have seen better days. But instead, I’ve stripped off my gym top to reveal a sports bra, and I know it highlights my generous Double Ds. In fact, my girls strain at the tight material, bulging a little bit from the sides and I giggle as Patrick stares involuntarily.

“You like my outfit?” I ask teasingly.

He merely shakes his head.

“Are you sure that’s going to stay on today? We’re doing some pretty rigorous stuff.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” I say merrily. “If your tight spandex can keep your junk in the trunk, then my tight spandex can definitely keep my girls in check. Trust me,” I say.

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