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Chapter One
Acacia
Thank whatever genius invented gray sweatpants and athletic shorts. Because they clearly had no inclination that their miraculous creation would show every inch of a well-endowed man.
I bite my lip as Callum stretches on the mat across the gym. Less than a minute until my favorite show in the world. I know it’s inappropriate to watch my boss as he does his morning workout, but I can’t stop staring, even if I am promised certain death for not turning away.
I haven’t always had a crush on him. It was like a switch was flipped one day and I can’t turn it off. It started when I noticed how nice his muscles bulged under the t-shirt when he worked the weights. He’d been teaching a private client a technique to prevent reinjury and went through the routine showing the client. I had stopped mid-conversation while on the phone, a strange throbbing happening in my undergarments that caused them to cling to me for the rest of the day. And then I nearly lost my toe when walking behind the treadmills and seeing how tight his backside is when he runs. But it was the jump rope that enthralled me, it was the jump rope that dickmatized me, as Malissa would say, to the point of my having an unhealthy obsession with Callum.
At first, I was impressed with how fast he could swing it, not missing a step. But when my gaze drifted downward, I nearly had a heart attack at the view. Every jump swung the giant schlong between his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination about his weapon of mass vaginal destruction.
Then I couldn’t stop imagining him pushing that colossal thing inside me. I’ve never experienced what a penis feels like, and I couldn’t get his out of my mind. There is a part of me that knows the amount of times I think about sex isn’t normal for a person who has never had it before.
My mouth waters, imagining sucking on his pipe like a big popsicle. I want to devour it like I’m afraid it’s going to melt on a hot summer’s day. My horny thoughts come to a stop when he tosses the rope to the side, done jumping for the morning. He runs a hand through his dark, sweaty hair. It's shorter on the sides this time of year but the top is a good length that he pushes back with his fingers.
He lifts the bottom of his shirt, wiping the sweat off his forehead and giving us a peek at the glorious ridges of his stomach. A six pack that is more delicious than half a dozen fresh donuts. I would lick him like a dessert, every inch of that glistening skin. I let out a small whimper at the heat coursing between my legs and drenching my panties.
“Look away,” Malissa warns under her breath, and my attention goes to the computer I haven’t even turned on yet.
I blow out a shaky breath, give her a shy smile, and start my morning duties so we can begin welcoming members within the next ten minutes.
She drops into the chair next to me. Malissa usually double checks that the closing staff stocked all the locker rooms and put the cleaning bottles and towels around the equipment. They’ve never missed a night, but she has a thing about making sure.
‘Only takes one night and then we’re all fucked,’ she says every time I tease her about it. I’m pretty sure that’s a saying meant for being accidentally impregnated, but I never correct her.
I sneak another glance at Callum, trying to time how long I have before he stops by our desk to wish us a good morning. My heart is already beating erratically from the jump rope this morning. He doesn’t do it every day, but the days he does, I’m left more flustered than usual.
“You should just ask him out,” Malissa sighs.
My head snaps to her so fast, I’m concerned I broke my neck for a second. “Are you insane?”
Her eyebrows furrow with confusion. “What?”
“I can’t ask him out,” I hiss quietly at her, looking over my shoulder, ensuring he’s still across the room from us.
She huffs. “Why not?”
“Because… He’s all that and I’m me,” I tell her, waving a hand over my torso.
Malissa rolls her eyes. “Give me a break, Acacia. You have a killer body, big boobies and long, dark, silky hair to die for.”
A blush spreads across my face and down my neck. “I meant the fact that I’m a virgin and we’ve all seen the hook-up app on his phone. He’s not looking to sweep someone off their feet, he’s looking to… you know.”
She waggles her eyebrows. “He’s looking to add his banana to that fruit salad.”
I blink. “What?”
“You know, batter-dipping the corn dog. Creaming your twinkie,” she says, a faint smile curling on her lips is the only inclination that she’s not serious.
I’m stunned silent for a second, so she continues, “Bringing the al dente noodle to the spaghetti house.”
Slapping a hand over her mouth, I scrunch my nose. “Wouldn’t al dente make it limp?”
Her eyes widen and then her shoulders shake with laughter. Uncovering her mouth, I fall into giggles with her.
“Good morning, ladies.” The deep rumble of his voice has my back stiffening and I turn to clash with the bright blue of his eyes.
“Morning, Cal,” Malissa responds immediately while I’m stuck staring silently.
