His hands caressing my skin, worshiping me. His large frame hovering over me. I’d never felt more cherished.
I remembered his mention of working out with me, and that got me out of bed. I selected my favorite leggings with mesh cutouts. On top, I wore a sports bra that really lifted my breasts. Then I put my hair in a ponytail and swiped on a fresh coat of lip gloss.
I bounded down the stairs, and into the…dark, empty home gym.
I switched on the lights and blew a raspberry, surprised I was so disappointed. Regardless of whether Preston came, I had a workout to do. Maybe he’d still show up.
I went through a short stretching routine, stalling as I kept checking the time. The room was a nice size, though not as cavernous as some of the ones in the homes I sold. But the wall of mirrors certainly made it seem larger than it was.
After a few minutes had passed, I hopped on my bike, getting into the program. My back was to the door, so when Preston’s deep voice rumbled, “Good morning,” I nearly jumped out of my seat.
“Good morning.” I smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. His hair was mussed, his smile sleepy.
He went over to the rack of weights and removed his shirt before picking up two large dumbbells. I watched in the mirrored wall as his muscles flexed, mesmerized by the way they moved beneath the skin. I didn’t realize I’d slowed down, until the trainer on my bike computer yelled at me to pick up the pace.
“You seem…distracted,” Preston said over the whir of the bike.
“And you seem intent on distracting me.”
“Who, me? I’m just working out.” He did another rep and then another. Then, he dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups.
I held back a groan. He was trying to torture me. But two could play at this game. With my warm-up out of the way, I went over to the weights.
“You know…” He jumped to his feet and came to stand behind me so I could see our reflection in the mirror. “I can think of a way to burn calories that’s much more enjoyable.”
“Is that so?”
He leaned in, brushing my ear with his lips. “You interested?”
“I might be. I do enjoy trying new things.”
He licked the shell of my ear, grazing it with his teeth and setting off a chain reaction in my body. I’d never considered the ear a sensual part of the body, but I was beginning to think otherwise as he continued to send goose bumps racing along my skin.
He smoothed his hands over my breasts, my hips, my stomach, and back up again. My nipples hardened beneath the thin material, and I was positive he could feel them every time he brushed past.
“I want you,” he rasped. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Then take me,” I said, meeting his eyes in the mirror—dark, piercing, filled with desire. “I’m yours.”
Preston held me in place with his stare and his touch. He dipped a hand beneath the waistband of my leggings, and I watched as he continued to touch me, tease me.
“Leg up,” he commanded.
I complied, placing my foot on the bench, spreading myself wide for him. He slid a finger inside me, pumping in and out as I continued to watch our reflection. And as I stared at us in the mirror, I wasn’t thinking about the fact that he was younger than me, or my daughter’s nanny. All I could see was how hot we looked together. How attractive he made me feel—wild and carefree.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he grunted, his hard-on digging into my back.
And the idea that Preston—someone so insanely hot, so much younger than me—found me desirable pushed me over the cliff.
My muscles clenched around him, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. When my knees sagged, Preston held me. He was there to catch me when I came down from one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced.
I spun to face him, smoothing my hands over his chest. He smiled down at me, tempting me to kiss him. Instead, I pressed him down onto the bench, wanting to make him feel as incredible as he made me feel. As I massaged his shoulders and arms, his head lolled to the side. I marveled at the feel of his smooth, tanned skin beneath my hands. And when I dug my fingers into his hair, he moaned in appreciation.
“That feels—” he swallowed “—so good.”
“Good. It’s about to feel even better.” I sank to my knees before him. “Now, strip.”
His eyes popped open, his entire body stiffening when he realized what I was offering. “You don’t have to reciprocate.”
