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“It’s more than okay,”
He lowers himself, his body melting into mine, the weight pushing me deeper into the mattress while his hard shaft settles against my stomach. His lips meet mine in a kiss filled with the promise of more to come, weaving together the emotional intimacy of our confessions with the physical attraction that has been building between us.
“Conquer me again, O.G.”
11
GIOVANNI
The day starts early for me, with a morning filled with client training sessions at the gym. Despite the busy schedule, there’s an underlying thrill about the evening I have planned for Kacie. Before heading to the gym, I make my first move of the day—ordering a bouquet of red roses and white lilies to be delivered to her office. I imagine the surprise and happiness on her face when she receives them, a bright spot in her busy workday.
After placing the flower order, I scarf down breakfast and head to the gym. The sessions go well, but my mind drifts back to last night and how awesome it was. Her skin was velvety under my touch, glowing in the dim light of my bedroom. The sweat on both our bodies from how hard we were going at it makes my cock spring to life every time I think about it. She complained about her hair, seeing it out of her peripheral vision and frowning at what our heat was doing to it when she finally left my bed. I thought it looked great, and I even told her so.
Going three rounds with her was far more than I expected, and when she complained of being sore from the workout and sore from my large cock, I couldn’t hide the look of pride on myface. I would have taken her again this morning if she had agreed to spend the night, something she’s doing tomorrow night.
With her around, I doubt I’ll be sated, my cock hardening in my shorts while sitting at my desk attesting to it. Aside from our physical fun, I dwell on the emotional connection and how quickly we delved deep into that. When I blurted out about medical school, I wanted her to know my struggles. Something that weighs on me every day as I prove to my family that I can have a successful bodybuilding career and support myself.
Despite the wary look on her face, when I continued to unburden myself, her natural caring demeanor took over, and she asked great questions. Ones that demonstrated she was listening, willing to hear me out and wanted to know more. Although she didn’t offer me any solutions, it was nice to have someone to talk to who could relate to me better than girls I have dated in the past. Kacie’s reaction was everything I wanted and needed, making me want to be back inside her and as close to her as humanly possible.
The warmth of her body next to mine, the cadence of her soft laughter filling the room, and the depth of our conversations made the night feel surreal, almost like a dream. Every moment with Kacie feels like a step into a future filled with potential and shared dreams, making even the most ordinary days feel extraordinary.
Grinning, I glance around the gym, embracing a new lightness and a more positive outlook. It’s a refreshing feeling, this optimism about my path and the direction things are taking with Kacie.
I take time for my workout once my client sessions are wrapped up. Marco isn’t here today, and my regular, Frank, is traveling to his competition this week to get his IFBB Pro Card at one of the NPC national-level events. Something I need to ask him about when he returns to jump start my competition circuit.
I’m convinced I could win one now with how dedicated and disciplined I’ve been over the past year, aside from a few cheat days and my drunken stupor over Jenna. With how fast things have accelerated between Kacie and me, Jenna is so far in my rearview mirror that I didn’t even notice her when she walked in today. My mind is cemented on my girl and the places we’re going.
Pushing through my routine with a stellar efficiency rate, I dial down the dancing and posing in the mirror, eager to get out of here. I have a long list of things to get done to make tonight special, and wasting time at the gym is not one of them.
Post-workout, I head to my favorite health-conscious restaurant. Something I thought of doing ever since Kacie went home starving last night after declining my offer to finish dinner for her, seeing it was too late to eat. My overriding guilt, ever since, decided always to prioritize food over sex, thus spawning the idea for tonight’s surprise.
The staff knows me well and is happy to prepare a takeout order of signature dishes. Grilled salmon, calamari, zucchini fritté, peanut lime chickpea salad, and mushroom risotto. These are my favorite dishes and soon to be hers, I hope. I thank them and head back to my loft, affectionately dubbed ‘the cocoon’ by Kacie, with our dinner in tow.
Back at the loft, I transform the space into a perfect evening setting. I carefully set the dining table, placed the scented candles around the room, and ensured the jazz playlist was queued up and ready to go.
As the time for her arrival draws closer, I send her a text. My first one today, thanking her for a wonderful night, was met with a short but concise response about how she enjoyed it too but had to run to court. I plan to reach out more now that I have a caring woman.
Hey, hope your day is going well. Can I pick you up from the office?
Her response is immediate which surprises me given her busy schedule. But I smile at my screen when she answers.
The flowers are gorgeous! My office smells like a florist. Ethan was nosy about who had sent them.
Ethan.
A streak of possessiveness surges through me, wiping the smile from my face. My thumbs fly across the screen, trying to get to the bottom of this Ethan guy being close enough to her to dig in her flowers.
Who’s Ethan?
My pulse spikes, wanting to know who this guy is and why I’m just now hearing his name.
You’ve never mentioned him.Why is he so curious about your flowers?
It’s not like me to feel this way, but something about the mention of this Ethan guy being so close to Kacie’s personal space makes me uneasy. I wait, my eyes glued on the screen, eager for her response. The seconds tick by slowly, heightening my anxiety. I remind myself to stay calm that there’s probably a simple explanation, but the wait feels interminable, and I start to pace the loft. Finally, her response comes through, and I brace myself, hoping to clarify who Ethan is and why his curiosity about the flowers has unsettled me so much.
Ethan’s my colleague. He’s overly curious about everyone’s business.
Why? Were you worried you had some competition?
