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He's not super tall but has at least 5 inches on my 5’6 frame. It’s clear by looking at his cut, thick and muscular body that he spends his days working on his physique. His dark skin is covered in a smattering of course black hair and from what I’ve seen, he has a few tattoos on his biceps. He truly is a beautiful, powerful man, and when he boxes or takes down an opponent, he’s downright mouthwatering.
However, as I look at him, really study him, I find that though he is attractive, none of those mouthwatering images penetrate the one of Eli on his knees before me. No matter how many times I try to picture Kevin shirtless and beating someone’s ass as his muscles ripple, do I feel even the stirrings of being turned on.
But then, the vision changes to one of Renz and Eli wrestling. Shirtless, sweaty, angry, and beautiful. The way they would tumble across the padded floor as they fought for dominance until finally, one of them pinned the other beneath them. The fantasy plays out in my head rapidly, like it’s just been waiting there for me to pay attention to it.
I see Renz being swapped out for me, as Eli pins me to the ground, arms above my head, his knees on either side of my hips. I see myself arching up into him, pressing, rubbing, trying to get the friction where I need it most. His hips press down on top of mine and finally, his long, thick cock rubs against my aching, wet pussy. It throbs.
It’s not enough though, I need more—
Isaac enters. He saunters up behind Eli and caresses his head, his neck, down the exposed skin of his tattooed back, never taking his gaze off of me. “Do you want to play, Princess?” he murmurs. I nod aggressively, begging him with my eyes. I open my mouth to tell him how badly I need him, needthem.
“Violet? Are you okay today? Are you not feeling well?”
Holy fucking shit, I need to stop doing that.
“What?” I ask innocently, once again focusing on Kevin.Kevin, not Eli. Not Isaac or Renz. Pay attention Vi!“Sorry, did you say something?”
“Are you in pain? You were, well, you were kind of moaning.” He rubs the back of his thick neck, his dark-skinned cheeks somehow looking rosy beneath the harsh overhead lights. It’s then that I realize my own hands have been placed back on my legs and are currently digging into my thighs. I remove them and shift, discovering my sopping wet panties.
Jesus, I need to get a grip. No, maybe I just need to get laid. I eye Kevin. Maybe I could just ask him to hang out? He’s super hot and always flirts with me. He’s asked me to grab drinks with him before, to which I’ve always declined, feigning early mornings and exhaustion. Not lies, not at all, but the truth is, I’ve just never looked at him that way, no matter how beautiful he is.
Butmaybe.Maybe that could change, and we could use each other for a mutual release. People do that right? Fuck buddies. We could totally be fuck buddies. The more I look at him, the more I realize I don’t like the thought. In fact, the throbbing between my thighs has damn near stopped completely from just considering it.
Well, shit. Guess not.
I grimace, recalling that he’d asked me a question. He said that I had moaned, and then I went and stupidly responded by staring at him. This is rapidly becoming a disaster. “Uhh, yeah, I think I overdid it back there,” I gesture to the sparing area. “Sorry, I’m so out of it. I think I’m just tired from work. There’s a lot going on lately and I really need a vacation,” I joke, trying to distract him.
It works, if only partially. I can still see the confusion, the questions, and the embarrassment in his eyes but I also see the concern. “Is it the expansion? How’s that going?” I smile at his question, happy that he’s remembered something that’s so near and dear to me.
Crossing my legs, I tuck my hands in between them to lessen the ache in my knuckles. “I actually had a call with the supplier yesterday. If everything works out, Sacred Grounds will be carryingBoulangerie Au Crème,as well as have a fully functional kitchen to offer small meals for the lunch hour, by Valentine’s Day!”
He grins and smacks his leg in a very masculine celebratory move. “Congrats! That’s amazing, and soon. Only what, four months away? What about the library? What’s your timeframe on that?”
Now I’m the one to grin. He really is an awesome guy. If only my vagina agreed. “I’m hoping to start construction in the next two weeks. It will be hard to work around the holidays, with Thanksgiving and Christmas so soon but I’d like the library room to be ready the day we launch the collaboration. I have this vision of the customers, with their fancy lattes and scones sitting by the fire while reading a book.” I shrug, feeling slightly embarrassed for likely oversharing my dreams with my kickboxing instructor.
Kevin surprises me yet again. “If you need any help, I’d be happy to make that vision a reality. I’m pretty good with my hands.” He winks. If I was any other woman, literallyanyother woman, I would swoon.
“I’m sure you are,” a deep voice drawls from behind me. “But she’s covered where other men’s hands are concerned.”
I spin so quickly, in search of the voice that I would recognize anywhere, that I end up slipping from the bleachers and falling onto the ground.
Right at Eli’s feet.
“I remember our positions being switched not that long ago,” he says flatly, his lips a thin line. I gape up at him, confusion, shock, and small tendrils of excitement, warring for dominance in my head.
My mouth opens and closes, opens, and closes. What and the ever-loving fuck is he doing here? How is he here? Why? Questions flit through my brain so rapidly that I’m unable to form a coherent sentence, so instead, I stay on my knees at his feet and stare up at him with my mouth open. If I had any, and I meananyfunctioning brain cells right now, I would be embarrassed or maybe even turned on by the position.
“Jesus Christ, Violet! Are you okay?” Kevin rushes to my side to help me up. His hand barely makes contact with mine before a growling Eli is shoving him away.
I scowl at the overbearing ape. “At leasthe’soffering to help me up instead of just staring at me like I’m a piece of trash on the floor, you dickwad!” I snap, shoving off his grip when he tries to help me. I can get my own damn self up, now that my brain is firing off neurons once more. He growls again and my pussy clenches at the sound without my permission.
I fight back a cry of pain, my sore thighs protesting as I stand. I stay silent, refusing to give him any indication as to my struggle. Brushing off my leggings, I scowl at Eli who is currently sizing up Kevin. Observing the two men, I find them in a stare-off, glowering at one another like two wild beasts ready to pounce.
I roll my eyes and sigh as I look up at the tall, tattooed God before me. “How did you know I was here, Eli? Are you stalking me now?” I say, feigning irritation and boredom when really, I want to punch his stupid, perfect face.
He grinds his teeth and slowly,ever so slowly, drags his eyes from Kevin to me. He watches me for a moment, looking between my eyes as if he’s trying to see inside of me. I have no idea what he’s looking for, nor if he finds whatever it is, but when he smirks, all masculine and predatory-like, my knees buckle.
Why?I internally whine.Why does he have to be so fucking hot?
