The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 57

The staff is getting ready to go. After all, they don't open until tomorrow. Blond hunk detaches himself from the Stairmaster, upon which he is draped like a muscly cloth, and follows the rest to the reception area. Holding her notepad, Sam comes over to Brian.

"Berating the staff?" he asks her lightly.

"Motivating them. It's what you taught me, remember? His name is Thor."

"Thor?" he repeats, crinkling his brow.

She laughs. "I know. Not exactly a name for a gym bunny."

"On the contrary, it fits him to the tee. Or lack of a tee." He's giving Thor, the gym god, his dues. See how Sam will respond to that.

She taps her notepad. "Brian, in anticipation of our opening, Fitness Worx ten blocks down is giving a recruitment discount."

He nods grimly. Gyms are competitive in Chicago, and if it weren't for Sam's lifelong dream, he would avoid gym businesses like the plague. Still, some pigheadedness in him is determined to make this a success, even if he knows fuck all about it.

She sighs. "We've only had ten sign-ups pre-opening."

"Maybe it'll get better when we actually open tomorrow. We don't have a brand name like Fitness Worx. We don't have twenty-two chains and their marketing muscle. We're starting from scratch. Hell, I don't expect us to break even for three years."

"Three years is a long time," she says. "We've done everything. Put out the flyers, the banners to let everyone we're here. Everything."

He squeezes her shoulder. "Let's not worry about stuff till we have to worry about it, OK?"

They are alone in the gym now. Unless Thor is waiting for her outside. And unless Lydia has in mind to waylay him in the men's locker room.

His zipper rips.

He didn't wear underwear today, and his cock springs out like a Jack-in-a-box. She catches the thick, warm rod of flesh and clutches at it. Then she starts to massage it with firm, pressured strokes - back, forth, back, forth. His hands are squeezing her breasts, and he's reaching for her top and pulling it off, breaking off the kiss momentarily. Her eyes are dark with desire and her mouth is slightly open and panting.

They tear each other's clothes off in haste, leaving their piles of discarded clothing on the floor. She ignites a fire within him like no other woman has before, but he will be damned if he ever tells her that.

They step into the steam room and shut the door behind them with a slam. The room has no lock upon it for obvious reasons, and if Lydia or Thor had decided to stay back and wanted to come in to speak to their bosses, they would be in for a very hair-raising eyeful.

The steam room is lined with wooden benches. The moist heat immediately wraps around their naked bodies. Beads of water coalesce upon his skin and hers. His palms upon her body gather a film of moisture, and he pushes two of his fingers into her open pussy - already wet and throbbing with need.

She gasps against his mouth. Then she descends, her knees buckling as though she is succumbing to gravity. Her tongue flicker against his nipple. He pulls in a sharp breath. She knows his trigger points so well, and she knows that his right nipple is more sensitive than his left. And so she concentrates her clever tongue upon it while the fingers and thumb of her right hand plays with his left.