His abs look like a stairway to heaven, toward lips that could whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
“How does that feel?” he asks, letting go and stepping back slightly.
“Feels great.”
I lower the dumbbells toward my chest and attempt to push them back up, trying to keep my attention focused on the ceiling rather than his abs. But the encouraging words I get from Alexander prompt a stirring in my shorts.
Oh no. Not now.
Of all the times I could get an awkward boner, this one is far from ideal.
“That’s it. You’ve got this,” he says in that sweet voice of his.
Each reassurance makes my cock harden.
“For someone that doesn’t like to bench press, it seems likeyou rather enjoyed that,” he says, his gaze drifting from my face to my crotch. My cock is now hard as a rock. Unfortunately, thanks to my boxer briefs, it looks more like the Leaning Tower of Pisa than the Eiffel Tower.
I want the ground to swallow me up. I’d hoped he hadn’t noticed, but his line of vision meant it was impossible to not see.
“Well, we can’t have you being the only one whose bulge is exposed to the world,” I say in a lame attempt to deflect attention away from my growing problem. My reply gives me enough time to quickly get up from the bench and readjust my package.
I turn to face him, trying to think of something else to give my raging hard-on a chance to subside. But as I catch sight of his ripped torso again, I know I’m powerless and will just have to ride this one out.
“You saw that.” He says it more as a statement than a question.
Damn.So much for playing it cool.
“No. Only what that woman in the elevator was going on about last night. Some big reveal.” I’m unable to keep my eyes from drifting down to his shorts.
The bulge that I looked at from every conceivable angle overnight is now within touching distance. I can’t help but wonder even more what it would feel like to get my hands and mouth all over it.
The sound of the gym door opening snaps me back to reality. Rob reappears, brandishing a new black top.
“Here you go, boss.” Rob flings it at him, and Alexander grabs it in one quick sweep.
“Cheers!” He sounds slightly uncomfortable as he slides the top on.
Goodbye abs.
“The team are all in the room. They’re ready when you are,” Rob says. My heart sinks as this brief moment is stolen from us.
I lower my head, but as I look down, I notice a twinge in Alexander’s shorts.
No. It can’t be.
Did he get aroused too?
I try to shrug it off, but maybe, just maybe, this jock-looking pop star—who seems to be the object of every young girl’s fantasy—actually dreams of men instead of women.
“I’m nearly done, just a few more reps, then I’ll head up, in say five?” His gaze drifts toward his watch and then back to Rob, before turning to me.
“You good to stick around a few more minutes to offer a helping hand?”
My mouth nearly falls open at the way he says helping hand.
It’s all I can do to stop myself from saying,I can offer more than a helping hand.
I nod into the awkward silence instead.
