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“Bring a change of clothes tonight.” She looks over at me as I help her out of the car and onto her sidewalk. “For dinner, after the workout. Anything I should tell my chef to avoid?”
“Oh.” She seems genuinely surprised. “No, I’m not picky at all.”
“Great. See you at six, Presley. Don’t be late.” I walk around to the driver’s side door as she makes her way to the door of her building.
“You make sure of that by sending Wes anyway so I don’t know why you bother with the threatening tone.” She gives me a cute little wave, blowing me a kiss and ducking inside, leaving a huge grin back on my face.
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“I’m getting faster!” Presley hits the stop button on the treadmill, standing a leg on either side of the belt as it slows to a stop. She towels at the sweat on her forehead.
“Allow me,” I say, reaching for it before dabbing it on her breasts that are glistening with sweat. I pull the towel away, leaning in to run my tongue over her cleavage.
“Gross.” She giggles.
“Gross?” I lean in, pressing her tits together as I bite and lick them both. “Trust me, any man alive would kill to do that to you. A sweaty woman is a fucking tease.”
“Seriously?”
“Pheromones and your natural essence? Absolutely. I bet your panties smell fucking amazing and your pussy tastes incredible right now.”
She gasps, her mouth hanging open. “Speaking of panties, what did you do with the ones of mine that you kept?”
“They went in my private collection,” I tease as we both stretch.
“Great, how many is in this collection? Wait—” She holds up her hand. “I don’t need to know that.”
“Only one.” I laugh, reaching over to pinch her ass as she bends over to touch her toes.
“Hey, can you teach me a few other exercises?”
“Sure, what do you want to try?”
“Well, I have noodle arms. I’d like to be able to do some push-ups or oh, one of those overhand grippy pull-up things you do.”
“A pull-up, on that bar?” I point to the overhead bar.
“Yeah.”
“Can you do a push-up?”
She scrunches up her face, bending down to get on all fours. She gets into a plank position, her body shaking as she slowly lowers her chest to the floor before collapsing completely. “Shit,” she groans, switching to her knees where she’s able to pump out a few in a row. “Damn, that’s so much harder than I realized.” She’s panting when she stands up, dusting off her hands.
“Come here. Stand in front of me under the bar.” I pull her toward me, placing my hands at her waist. “I’ll help you as you jump to reach the bar, then I’ll let go and see if you can hang on it for a few seconds.”
“Okay.” She reaches her hands up, bending at the knees, then shoots upward. I grip her waist, lifting her so that her hands wrap around the bar. “Oh, God!” Immediately she’s struggling, then begins to laugh.
“Don’t laugh; that makes it worse.”
“I’m slipping!” she squeals just as her fingers lose grip.
“I’ve got you,” I say, slowly lowering her back down to her feet.
“Ow, that hurts.” She flaps her hand, then looks at her palm where it’s red.
“Let me see.” I place her hand in mine, inspecting it before bringing it to my lips. I kiss it softly, then pick up the other hand and do the same.
When I look back at her, her face is soft. I lean in, kissing her once, then twice. The third time my tongue slips past her lips, sweeping through her mouth. She moans against my tongue, both of us already lost in each other.
