‘You’re off duty.’ He raises an eyebrow as if daring me to challenge him. ‘You want to get fit? Let me help you.’ He motions to the weights spread out around him.
‘Believe it or not, I am actually quite fit.’
‘Oh, I believe it.’ He laughs and winks, those green eyes glinting with devilment again.
‘What I meant is, I’m big into cardio, but I probably should do more weights.’ My eyes travel across his broad torso and the curves of his biceps. ‘Have you not had enough of a workout today? How’s your groin?’
‘I had a lot of tension I needed to work off.’ He eyes me knowingly. ‘So, I was concentrating on my upper-body strength.’ His eyes dart to my sports bra, before returning to my face. ‘But I think it’s going to take my entire body strength not to kiss you again.’
‘Ollie!’ I hiss, even though I can’t prevent the grin that erupts on my face, revealing my foolish flattery.
‘Ok, I won’t, don’t worry. But how about we work out together? Surely that’s allowed, right?’ His tongue traces over his lips, causing me to bite down hard on my own. Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me? How is this level of attraction even possible without spontaneously bursting into flames?
‘Okay.’ I shrug. What else can I do? I’m agitated and he’s the antidote I need, even if working out together doesn’t help the swelling desire, some of Ollie has to be better than nothing at all. At least until I find myactualnumber six.
‘Great. I’ll show you everything I know.’ His wink is deliberate and I slap his arm in a flirtatious feminine fashion that I had no idea I was capable of.
‘If only.’ I don’t even try to deny my attraction to him.
‘You want it, you know you do.’ It’s become our mantra, and as sexy as it is, it still makes me snigger.
‘I never denied it. But what I want, and what I can have are two entirely different things. As you very well know.’ I arch my eyebrows at him and take the kettlebell he offers.
‘I could give you another workout. One which I guarantee will have all of your muscles trembling.’ He stands a foot behind me, both of us watching ourselves in the immaculately polished glass. Strong hands grip my waist, angling my bottom backwards, just inches in front of his groin. I freeze as he traces the length of my spine. His hands settle gently on both my shoulders, before encouraging my body to drop downwards.
‘Squat,’ he whispers seductively in my ear.
The way his darkening eyes focus intently on my figure, exuding a hunger that no food could satisfy, sends my thighs bending and my ass dropping into the slowest, lowest squat of my life. The Lycra covering my backside slides against the soft cotton covering his front. Rising upwards again, I inch further back to brush against him a little harder. His eyes finally leave my body, locking into mine in the mirror – the heat from our stare could melt Antarctica in seconds.
When I reach a fully standing position again, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. His deep raspy breath tickles my ear as he whispers, ‘Again.’
I don’t need any encouragement, all rationale has once again completely evaporated in Ollie’s presence. This is one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. The excitement of turning him on far outweighs the risk of being seen. This is as close as we can legitimately get, and while it frustrates the hell out of me, there’s something sublimely satisfying about it at the same time. It’s the most sexual experience of my life and he’s barely laid a finger on me. For a woman that previously struggled to get off, I’m seriously struggling not to get off.
I do fifteen more before he takes a step back and inhales a deep breath. ‘When you can’t walk tomorrow, I want you to think of me.’
‘Just for a change then...’ I place the kettlebell on the floor and lie on my back on the same gym matt he was planking on minutes earlier. He drops next to me but keeps a respectable distance this time.
‘Seriously? Is that why you gave me the brush off earlier?’ His lower lip protrudes in a mock pout and it’s a battle not to roll onto him and suck it between my own lips.
‘I didn’t give you the brush off. I only said what needed to be said. It’s the way it has to be. This job… my brother…’ The words hang between us, changing the atmosphere from fun, flirtatious and downright sexy to desperate, hopeless and infuriating.
I have a million questions I’m dying to ask him. Why is he interested in me? Is it because he knows he can’t have me? There must have been loads of women before me. He didn’t learn the lines he uses on me sitting at home twiddling his thumbs. But how has he managed to retain his privacy from the press when no one else has?
He huffs out a sigh which reflects the same frustrations as my own, but a glint in his eyes warns he hasn’t finished teasing me. ‘It would probably be terrible anyway, you know.’
‘What would?’
‘The sex. You know, if we were to just do it once and see.’
Laughter erupts from my mouth and he grins at me.
‘I guess we’ll have to wonder.’ I shake my head, as if that will somehow shake the explicit images from my mind.
‘Ok. Next exercise. Glute bridge.’ Keeping his feet placed firmly on the matt, he peels his spine from the floor, lifting his backside into the air in a slow thrusting motion. The wicked grin reappears on his face as he repeats the motion ten times.
‘Your turn. Let’s see what you’ve got.’
I’m under no illusion that this work out is a glorified private pornography session between the two of us, yet I can’t bring myself to stop it. Peeling my hips from the ground, I thrust them into the air and hold them. The groan that slips from his throat is music to my ears.
