Page 25 of Every Inch of You
She laughed. Her face litup.
“Little Badass for now. LB forshort.”
“I love it.” She smiled at me, her eyes were warm and bright. “She’s like a teeny tinysuperhero.”
In the few seconds of silence that followed, her eyes became hooded and hungry. She bit her lower lip. She didn’t move, but it felt like she was suddenly an inch from my face. I took a step back. She grinned. She knew she was having an effect on me. I couldn’t have that. I retreated to the kitchen, to grab her a bottle ofwater.
When I returned to give her the bottled water, she was fidgeting with her tank top. I cleared my throat and handed her the water. “You should never go running without a bottle ofwater.”
She took the bottle, opened it, guzzled down about half of it. “You’reright.”
“You should probably get going. While it’s still lightout.”
“Right again,coach.”
She bent over to tie her shoelaces tighter, placing the water bottle on the floor, giving me a fantastic view of her voluptuous cleavage. When she stood up, she raised her arms, to fiddle with her ponytail, while looking directly at me. When she picked up the water bottle and turned towards the door, I stared at her beautiful round ass and I just couldn’t stop myself. I reached out and put my hands on her hips. She immediately stopped, dropped the water bottle, turned around, put her hands on my face and pulled me toher.
I pushed her up against the door, and we kissed. But it was nothing like in high school, because she was kissingme.She wantedme.
She moved her hands under my T-shirt, then pushed me to the chair and straddled me. I ran my hands up the sides of her and grazed her nipples with my thumbs, kissed her neck and kissed every inch of smooth warm flesh that was pushed up and out from the top of her tank while she tried to pull off my shirt and grind away on mycrotch.
“God, you smell good. You’ve been running, why do you smell sogood?”
“Because I’mdelicious.”
She reallywas.
I groaned. “You smell like vanilla…And caramel. Have you been eating ice cream, you bad girl?” I gripped her ass and pushed her down on me, close as Icould.
“What if I have been a bad girl?” Her voice was husky. She took my earlobe between her teeth then sucked on it and whispered: “Are you going to punish me?” She was sohot.
I wanted to, believe me. “No. Stop. Ican’t.”
“Whynot?”
I lifted her up and stood up, tore myself away from her, trying to keep my balance. All the blood had rushed to a certain region of my body, and one more touch from her would have knocked me over in more ways thanone.
She reached for my arm and I pulled itaway.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have donethat.”
“If I wasn’t clear enough—I want to dothat.”
“No—I need to apologize. That was totallyunprofessional.”
She took a step towards me and I steppedback.
“We can’t do this. Please don’t tell anyone about what just happened. I don’t date my training clients. It’s gympolicy.”
“Jim who? Let me talk to him…I’mkidding.”
“It’s a strict gym policy that I expect my employees to adhere to and that I myself have been adheringto.”
“Easy fix. You’refired.”
“You can’t fire me. Your sister hiredme.”
“I’ll tell her you suck at your job and that she should hire someone else. Or—wait a minute—if I didn’t hire you then I’m not technically your client.Right?”
