Page 8 of Fit for Love

“Nope.”I leap to my feet.“There will be no abductions today.”

He smiles—and it’s like a glorious sunrise after a hurricane.“I can show you a better way to work those same muscles, using movements that are more natural.”

“Oh, yeah?Let me see this alleged way.”

He leads me to a machine with cables sticking out of it and grabs two thingies that look suspiciously like a collar a sub would wear in BDSM—with a metal ring attached and everything.

Is this workout about to turn kinky?And… do I want it to?

“You put these around your ankles,” he says, demonstrating on himself.

He then clips the ring on the collar—or shackle—to the cable on the bottom of the machine, which still looks kind of kinky now that my mind has gone there.With four of these shackles, two on wrists and two on ankles, one could be restrained in a spread-eagle position and then?—

“Next, you do this.”He extends his bound leg to the side, lifting the weight attached to the cable.

Fuck me.All his muscles—but especially those in his powerful legs—flex in the process of this demonstration, doing damage to my sanity and panties.

“And then with the other leg.”He clips his other ankle in and stands with his back to me, giving me a view of his perfectly sculpted back and ass.

“Now.”He frees himself from the shackles and hands them to me.“Your turn.”

Chapter4

Ashton

Fucking fuck.Finding a client attractive is bad.Getting hard for a client is infinitely worse.

The problem is, knowing something is bad for me doesn’t change anything, especially when it comes to my dick.Since meeting Kendall, I’ve gotten hard at the slightest provocation—like when I pictured her spreading her legs on that machine.And I’m hard now, with this much tamer exercise.I find every detail of her movements erotic.Even the way she holds the metal bar of the functional trainer makes me think “stripper pole.”It doesn’t help that the muscles involved with this exercise include thegluteus mediusandminimus, which are located in her tight, round ass.

Oh, and did I mention I’m wearing shorts?Stupid.Had I known what would be in store for me, I would’ve worn my bulkiest cargo pants, and maybe the cup that I use during sparring.

Speaking of sparring, since Kendall’s back is turned to me, I get my phone out and shoot Marcus a text, warning him I might not be able to make it to our session.

When I look up from my phone, Kendall is done with her exercise and glaring at my hands.“Am I boring you?”

I put my phone away and grin at her.“I thought you didn’t want my help.”

“Yeah, well, now that you’ve forced said help on me, you might as well act professional.”

Me, unprofessional?

I grit my teeth, then tell myself not to engage.She’s clearly baiting me.“Your form was perfect throughout, so I doubt I missed anything by not monitoring the last few reps.”

My phone dings in my pocket.

She lifts an eyebrow.“Are you going to check that?”

“No.”I bet it’s a reply from Marcus.“I can do it after.”

“Is that any way to treat your girlfriend?”she asks, and flushes immediately.

Interesting.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”I give her a mocking smile when her flush deepens.“What about your boyfriend?How does he feel about you asking other guys about their relationship status?”

Her pretty lips purse together.“I don’t have a boyfriend.Men are dogs.”

“Surely notallmen?”

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