Page 10 of Big Built Boss

“Sounds pretty straightforward to me.” She walks over to the rack and picks up the lightest dumbbell.

I grab the twenty-pound weight so I can give her a demonstration of the exercises first before she tries them. After taking a step back, I tell her to watch, then I’ll help her with her own form. As soon as she nods in acknowledgment, I do a bicep curl, talking her through what she should feel as she goes through the motions.

“Okay,” I say as I set my dumbbell down on the ground, “show me your stance.”

She positions herself, and for the most part, her form is right. I consider trying to tell her what to change, but I know an easier way. So, even though I know that I’m testing my own professionalism, I walk over behind her and carefully touch her arm.

“You’ll want to tuck your elbow in a little more,” I murmur, hyper-aware of how close we are. “That’s it. Now widen your stance just a little bit. Perfect.”

“Yeah?” she asks, sounding breathless as she turns her head to glance at me.

“Yep,” I confirm, forcing myself to step back from her. “Now go ahead and show me what I showed you.”

Olivia gives me a curt nod before slowly straightening her arm. Then, she curls her arm back up just as slowly. She looks at me for approval, and I smile.

“You got it,” I say. “Now show me the other side.”

She does as I request, putting the weight in the other hand. Before she does another curl, I take my spot behind her and tweak her form slightly. This time, I let my hands linger a little longer than I did before. Olivia doesn’t seem to mind, and I decide to take another risk.

“I’m going to walk you through this one since I didn’t show you this side,” I say into her ear, feeling her shiver as my breath ghosts over the shell of her ear. “Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers, leaning her back more firmly into my chest.

I stay still for a moment, soaking in the warmth coming off of her and enjoying the touch of her bare skin against mine. Then, when I can no longer justify the inaction, I move both of our arms together. I go slower than entirely necessary, feeling the way her muscles flex beneath her skin. I want nothing more than to touch her properly, but I know I’m already pushing the limits of this lesson.

“Do you think you got it?” I ask, not letting go of her, still so dangerously close.

“I don’t know,” she says, something playful in her voice. “I think I need you to show me again.”

“Of course,” I say, unable to suppress my smile at her obvious flirting.

Once again, I guide her through the movement. Her arm is limp in mine, forcing me to do all of the work. She’s soaking up this contact in the exact same way I am. It’s almost too much.

As soon as we finish the bicep curl, I grab the weight from her hand. She turns around almost immediately, a question undoubtedly on her lips. I don’t give her a chance to ask it, though. In a quick maneuver, I put the dumbbell on the floor and cup her cheek with my palm. Then, I bring our lips together in a slow, passionate kiss.

Olivia stays still for a beat, and I worry that I’ve read the situation completely wrong. Then, she responds. Her mouth is eager against mine, and she grabs onto me, pulling herself even closer as she lets me explore her mouth.

Our lips meet, and I can’t help the pleased sound that escapes me at the sensation. I adjust my hold on her, letting my hands drift down her neck. My fingers glide over her sides, coming to rest on her hips, and she gasps as if my touch caught her off guard.

Even though I crave more, I let the moment linger. Kissing Olivia is different from kissing anyone else. The same confidence she carries in every other part of her life is evident in the way she moves with me. While there’s an innocence in how she responds, it doesn’t slow her down or stop her from leaning into me.

I manage to keep control for a while, but the sound she makes—a breathy whine—undoes me. I can’t hold back anymore. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and slide my hands around to the back, feeling the curve of her ass. I begin to push them down, but Olivia pulls away, her face flushed with a bright red, her lips a shade of pink that makes me ache.

“Sorry,” she mutters, looking embarrassed.

“You don’t have to apologize,” I reassure her, keeping my hands where they are. She’s still pressed close against me, and I can tell she doesn’t want to move away. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. This is great,” she says, her words stumbling out, making her even more endearing. “It’s just…”

I wait for her to finish, but for the first time, she seems too shy to continue. So I nudge her gently. “What is it?”

“Well…” She hesitates, collecting her thoughts before meeting my eyes. “I’m a virgin. I don’t…I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” I assure her softly, sliding my hands out from her waistband. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. If you want, we can stop right here and just finish our workout.”

She shakes her head quickly, her voice firm. “I don’t want to stop. I just…don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“Then we don’t need to stop,” I reply, my smile widening as her enthusiasm shines through despite her uncertainty. A rush of heat courses through me. “We can just take it slow. I’m happy to guide you.”

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