The voters need to see me as a strong military man. I can’t have my exterior deteriorate without losing a few votes along the way. At this point, I don’t care if I get the female vote because of my looks. I’ll do anything to knock out Preston and become the next senator to represent the great state of Illinois in the nation’s capital.
The familiar sound of the treadmill fills the empty hallway, echoing through the corridor. When I open the door, I freeze. A woman is running, singing “Wicked Games” with her arms moving in a partial upper body dance. I stand there for a moment, watching her tight ponytail swaying back and forth before I realize who it is… Reagan.
Be cool. She’s just a girl.I’m lying to myself. The way her running pants fit her, I can see every curve of her body. She’s exquisite. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch her body move, like a gazelle running with grace.
As the treadmill starts to slow, I push off the doorway before she catches me. The workout room is mediocre, but watching Reagan makes it better. She hasn’t noticed me because of the headphones she has in as she keeps on singing completely out of tune.
I prep my weights before sitting at the end of the bench. In another time and place, Reagan would’ve been someone I would’ve gone after. She’s not only beautiful, but she’s smart and has a wicked tongue.
She’s a worthy adversary.
When I relax back onto the bench, I glance down my body and notice ahugeproblem. My cock is tenting my sweats, and my view of her perfectly round ass just makes shit worse.
I find a point on the ceiling and think about something that doesn’t give me wood. But my mind fills with Reagan. Her lips. Her tits. Her ass. Her smile. Her lips. I’m fucked.
Think of something sad.
Nothing comes because it’s all about her. My dick has taken over my brain, and I can’t seem to stop it. Carl would flip his shit if he were here.
Carl. Think about Carl.
Instantly, my hard-on vanishes. Reaching up, I wrap my hands around the bar and start to lift it when I hear the treadmill speed up again.
Do not look.
“Fuck,” I mutter through gritted teeth when I look down the length of my body to see her ass jiggling in the most delicious way.
Carl. Carl. Carl.
It becomes my mantra as I say it over and over again under my breath. I spend the next thirty minutes lifting weights and trying to ignore Reagan and her body.
When the treadmill screeches and comes to a crawl, I sit up and rest my elbows on my knees. The sweat’s trickling down my shoulder, and my shirt is soaked. I’d be lying if I said I remove my shirt just to cool off.
I want her to see me.
She pats her skin with a towel she had hanging over the handle of the treadmill, still oblivious to my presence. I’m smiling before she turns around.
“Oh,” she says, her eyebrows rising quickly toward her dampened hairline. “I didn’t know you were here.” Her voice is loud when she speaks. Her eyes are traveling around my body, moving quickly from muscle to muscle as she pulls her earbuds out.
I flex my muscles, unable to stop from making a fool of myself. “I didn’t mind the company.” My tongue darts out, sweeping across my lips and capturing the salty sweat that has formed.
She hasn’t taken her eyes off me, but they’re no longer looking into my eyes. Her lips are parted, pupils dilated, and she’s watching my tongue.
“I’m a mess.” She covers her face with the towel.
“You are not.” I exhale, trying to steady my breathing. My heart is hammering in my chest harder than usual from a workout, and I can only attribute it to the nearness of Reagan.
Her sweat is trickling down her neck, following every dip and ridge until it disappears into the cleavage of her sports bra. “I better hit the shower,” she mutters into the towel, oblivious to my gawking.
My mind starts to race, and my cock starts to stir. “Need help? I can get all the places you can’t reach.”
All I can think of is her naked and wet. The soapy bubbles dancing across her skin, traveling the long silky path down her legs to the drain.
She steps off the treadmill, her eyes narrowing. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” I stay forward to cover my tenting sweats that I know are partially hidden.
“If I need a hand, I have Lexi to help.” She smirks.
