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Chapter Three

Callum

I palm my inappropriate erection, stroking it to thoughts of my quirky receptionist. The flashes of her olive skin, the curve of her bosom under her bra, and the black thong between the most perfect set of buns. This isn’t something I usually do on the premises of my business, but it’s not every day you get flashed by the woman you’re obsessed with. That scene has been playing on repeat, leaving me with a constant half-chub in my pants.

When I hired Acacia, I thought she was cute and would definitely be a focal point whenever someone walked into my gym. Now I desperately want to shield her from anyone’s view, keep her caged in my corner and her eyes solely on me. The first day I noticed I had her attention when I worked out I almost missed a step and ate shit, but I caught myself. The look of awe on her innocent face sent blood south, and the gasp that escaped from her when she noticed the situation in my pants nearly had me spurting right there on the floor.

I squeeze my throbbing member harder, angry with myself for my actions. I shouldn’t fantasize about her, I shouldn’t purposely angle my workout to be in her view. To ensure she can see every inch of me while I fail to concentrate on anything other than the erratic rise and fall of her breasts as she gets aroused watching me. But I can’t stop. She is in my mind, in my blood, as deep as I’ll be if I ever get the chance to bury my length in her tight channel. A channel I know no man has ventured into.

A small primal, possessive, part of me savors the fact that another man has never touched her. It’s barbaric, but I can’t let it go. If we ever did anything, her unmarked skin would be mine to do whatever I please. Her womb would be painted with my seed first, and only ever mine. The thought of coming inside her has my balls drawing up. I stroke faster, wishing it wasn’t my hand I was thrusting into, but instead her warm, wet flesh dragging me deeper. Her puffy folds parting around my rod as I sink in.

I let out a groan as I spurt all over the wall, my breath ceases as thick waves of white, man sludge splatter across the tile. I ring out the last few drops, shaking my shrinking erection and washing it quickly. My arms tremble with the intensity of my release as I finish my shower and get dressed for the remainder of the day.

Heading back down the stairs, I still have twenty minutes before my next client. There aren’t many members I personally train anymore since I have to give a lot of time to the business side and sponsoring for some of my fighters. But I have a select few that I don’t trust anyone else with their routine, especially those working with injuries.

Malissa waves me over, pointing at a stack of weights. “Can you move all that, big guy? I could do it one at a time, but you got it, right?”

I roll my eyes. I’ve known her for years, when she used to date one of my oldest friends. Her and Dean broke up, but I couldn’t seem to shake the woman. When she came looking for a job that wouldn’t question if she takes off at random times, I didn’t have the heart to say no. I also didn’t bother to ask what she’s doing considering she gets more done than a few of my other employees.

Picking up the weights, I move them next to the rack they should have been returned to. She saunters up next to me, spinning the dumbbells so the painted numbers are facing up.

“Soooo. What do you think about Acacia?”

I can’t hold back a flinch. “What?”

“You know the raven-haired bombshell up front? What do you think about her?”

“I don’t,” I say quickly. I try to walk past her but she moves with me.

“Sure thing, buddy. Anyway, just a friend saying that she thinks about you too.” Malissa pats my back in an almost condescending way before leaving me there in silence.

I’m flabbergasted by her comment, in the sense that she would be so bold. It almost feels like she’s betraying Acacia’s trust by telling me. I know she watches me, but I don’t let myself think it’s for any other reason than curiosity about my workouts. If I let myself consider that she watches because she’s just as attracted to me, I know I can make the moves to devour Acacia’s untouched honeypot.

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