Page 2 of Trainer

“I mean—I don’t just want a trainer for a single day,” I said. “I want an ongoing thing.”

She smiled, satisfied with my cover-up answer. “Well, I’ll do my best not to let you down.”

You could never…

“Why don’t we warm up a bit?” she asked. I nodded and she glanced down at my hand and I realized I was still holding hers.

“I guess you’ll need that back,” I joked, finally letting go. It was the hardest thing I’d done all week—at least.

“Maybe,” she said with a laugh before skipping over to her position.

Christ, look at those legs, I thought as I made my way to mine. Thankfully I was wearing compression shorts or I may have had to call off the entire lesson.

Cady was in killer shape. She had the legs of an athlete, sculpted calves leading up to killer thighs, and with each swing of her racket, her skirt lifted just enough to let countless dirty thoughts invade my mind.

I wished we were playing doubles so she could be on my team and I could get the back view, because with a body like that, there was no way she wasn’t hiding an unbelievable ass under the swaying white fabric that ended just above her knees.

Shit…

Watching her move made me picture how she did other things. I tried to catch her eye a few times as she served to me and we warmed up, but each time she just sort of gave me a polite smile and that was that. She either had her mind completely on what she was doing, or she was already taken.

The second thought made my blood boil.

This girl was probably in college, and picturing her going home to some Chad whose idea of treating a lady right was going halves on a thirty-rack was enough to make me want to spit.

I don’t know how long we were out there on the court, but it felt like the next thing I knew, we were packing things up and calling it a day.

“So, what do you think?” she asked as we walked back to the clubhouse. “Did I pass?”

“Pass?”

“The test,” she smiled. My dick pulsed between my thighs. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her.

“Sorry,” I replied. “What test?”

“The test as to whether or not I’m going to be your new tennis pro!”

“Oh, right!” I laughed as I held the door for her. “Sorry. I’m a bit distracted by…work…”

I nodded at a couple as they went out past us.

“But you definitely passed,” I told her.

Cady’s whole face lit up and she moved like she was going to throw her arms around me but stopped short.

“Oh, I want to hug you, but I’m all sweaty!”

“So am I,” I shrugged. “No big deal.”

“No, I don’t want to be all gross like that with you,” she replied, shaking her head. Little did Cady know that not only did her being sweaty not bother me in the slightest, but I would have buried my face between her thighs right there and licked her until she didn’t remember who she was anymore.

“Are you a member here?” I asked, having a sudden idea.

She shook her head like I was joking—which I was. Even if Cady taught here, there was no way she was a member. This club was beyond exclusive.

“Oh, of course,” she laughed. “I own the place, actually!”

“So that means you’ve got to drive home all sweaty?” I asked.

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