Page 74 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

“At home, you can use a chair or the edge of your bed instead.”

Oh, that created a mental image that was completely at odds with the tranquil vibe the instructor was trying to create. In my mind’s eye I saw not my bedroom, but his, and as I bent over slowly, as he… Garrett’s eyebrow cocked up, a dimple popping as he made clear he saw the exact same thing.

“While it’s important to keep your back and knees straight, take your time to work up to the proper form. Listen to your body.”

I couldn’t help but do that. My heart was pounding fast, loud, in my ears, competing with the woman’s instruction as it urged me to do something else entirely. His smile faded, something darker and more intent rising to replace it. My fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch Garrett. To drag him closer, our breath mingling, right before his lips grazed mine and then?—

“Right!” I jumped at the sound of the instructor’s voice, forced to turn around now. “Move into pairs.” An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back and anchoring me against his body. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, but it felt different. Was it because his breath shifted the little baby hairs on my neck? Or because I could feel the warmth radiating from his body.? “Help each other move into the correct form and then use the belts to anchor the other person’s hips, help them lengthen their spines…”

“I’ll get the belt.”

Was there a gruff edge to Garrett’s voice? When I watched him walk off, I was treated to a searing look, right before he grabbed a belt from where they hung on the wall. A lick at my foot had me turning around, seeing a puppy had returned and was intent on gnawing at my toes.

“No…” I said in a low growl. The pup looked up and then barked a couple of times, making clear what he thought of that, but my reprieve was a short one.

“So who’s doing it doggy style first?” Garrett asked me, leaning in so only I would hear him.

I fought the urge to laugh, shaking my head and then saying, “You, obviously.”

“Want to see my arse?” He flipped his shirt up to reveal two perfectly shaped glutes outlined by the compression tights he wore. His hip popped, a sassy move if ever there was one. “Just had to ask.”

I couldn't say a damn thing. The puppies near us sat down abruptly, panting to catch their breath, and I understood why. My tongue would’ve lolled from my head if I had the chance. Instead, I surreptitiously wiped saliva away as he went down on all fours, the muscles in his legs clearly defined by the leggings.

“How’s my back?”

Back? I blinked and then moved to the side, dutifully checking his form, but that just made everything worse. Turned out he was hiding a whole lot under those scrubs. Massive lats, biceps and forearms popping, strong fingers splayed across the ground.

“Um… good. Good.”

My choked reply earned me a sidelong look and another sly smile. The bastard, he flexed his whole damn body, the muscles standing proud.

And that wasn’t all.

My eyebrow popped this time, catching the moment when not-so-little Garrett twitched in his pants.

“Right. Might be belt time then.”

His smile faded, his eyes widening as he realised what was happening. Huh. So I wasn’t the only one responding.

“You want the belt?” I slapped the canvas in my hand a few times, forcing him to watch him as I went around the back of him and fed the belt under his hips, the same way the instructor was demonstrating.

I didn’t mean to grope him. I wanted to, but I actually did try not to. It’s just that feeding a belt around someone’s hips means at some point you’re going to touch them and that meant?—

Whoa.

“Not sure if that’s where the belt is supposed to go.” He choked that out. “Not that I mind, but there’s…” His ribs worked as he sucked in one breath, then another. “Puppies watching.”

“Puppies, right.”

I got the belt situated and then slowly, carefully, anchored his hips back, allowing him to push his heels harder into the ground.

“Very good!” the instructor said with a clap of her hands. Yeah, it was. Puppies and cute boy butt. There were worse ways to spend a Saturday morning. “Now swap over and do the same for your partner.”

Garrett sprung up, yanking down his shirt and shooting me a dark look when I giggled. Of course, I looked down, and the laughter died in my throat.

“Do you…?”

I waved a hand vaguely.

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