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We are yet to discipline Jasmine, but I have a funny feeling she’s going to quickly become a brat when we do, especially as we are learning she has a lot of kinks. Choking and anal play are just two of them. I think she’ll enjoy being disciplined and I for one can’t wait to see the way her ass cheeks redden under my hand. Fuck, this is not the place to be having these thoughts. Especially when I’m trapped under one of my machines and unable to bury myself deep into her wet pussy. I reach down and reposition myself. Hearing Jasmine chuckle as I do only heightens my arousal. I slide out from under the machine again and stand smirking at her. She’s still chewing on her bottom lip as if she’s trying to stop herself from laughing. I want to take that lip between my own teeth before devouring that naughty little mouth of hers.
“Princess, you are very distracting. Why don’t you go and have a look around or wait in our office or the cafe? I will come and get you as soon as I’m done here.”
Jasmine looks around and smiles at me again.
“I’ll have a look around if that’s okay?”
I pull Jasmine to me and press a kiss to her lips before nodding and looking to Keith who is trying to appear like he hasn’t noticed the huge flirt fest that’s been going on between my girl and me.
“Can you show Miss Connors around please, then to the café? I’ll find her when I’m done,” I ask, placing the car key into Jasmine’s hand. She looks down at it frowning. “Just in case you need to get in there,” I add before looking back to Keith who nods and starts leading Jasmine away.
"Behave,” I warn watching her firm ass swaying as she goes. She looks over her shoulder and blows me a kiss and a wink, flashing her devious smile as she turns back to Keith and starts talking to him. Fuck the things that woman does to me and makes me want to do to her. I shake my head and spot a member of staff tidying up the free weights.
“Hey, can you grab me the big toolbox, please? As well as a bottle of water?”
“Absolutely sir,” she replies before rushing off. I see Jasmine and the manager talking to a female customer and smile. Everyone she meets can’t help but love her. It’s no wonder my brothers and I fell for her so fast, she brought a bit of light into our dark lives just when we needed it.
I look back at the three machines and sigh. I need to get these fixed quickly so I can get my girl back home and lose myself in her.
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I throw the screwdriver into the toolbox and wipe my forearm across my face. Luckily, I was able to fix all three machines with no problem. I’ve already sent off the measurements to our guy for a replacement mirror and the manager has found out who was responsible and filed a police report.
Our gyms are our legit businesses, and we keep them that way. They are the front to the dodgy shit we do. Other than the occasional underground fight, Christian has always tried to keep me out of the darker side of our family’s life. That doesn’t mean I haven’t dealt with my fair share of the shit, or that my hands are clean, but they are cleaner than his and Jason’s. Christian says I’m too smart to be wasted on the uglier side of our world. With my passion for engineering and fitness, he was happy for me to focus on going to university and then on the sports centres and the equipment we offer.
I take a sip of my water and look around at the gym in full swing. Every machine is in use, and everyone seems happy to be here. The staff are all busy with customers, either helping them through a fitness regime or spotting for them, some just offering a warm smile and encouraging comments when someone’s struggling. I take great pride in knowing that our gyms are filled with the best equipment as well as professional and understanding staff.
“Mr O’Reilly?”
I turn and find Keith looking at me nervously.
“What’s up?” I ask squatting down to close the toolbox.
“Umm, I’m not sure where Miss Connors has gone. She isn’t in the café where I left her, and she wouldn’t have been able to get into your office.”
I laugh as I hand him the tools.
“I’ll find her, she won’t be far,” I reply walking off. "Knowing Jasmine, she would have seen a room where she could practice dancing and taken herself off in there. Are any of the studios free?” I ask. The manager nods.
“Studio three should be empty, do you want me to see if she's in there?” he asks. I shake my head.
“No, I'll go. All the machines are working again, and the mirror will be replaced tomorrow afternoon,” I explain. I hear him thanking me as I head to the upstairs studios.
As soon as I get to the top of the stairs, I notice four guys all standing around looking into the studios all whispering to each other. It's not until I’m closer that I can hear their conversation.
“Fucking look at her, I bet we could have some fun with that pussy!”
My temper starts to rise when I realise it's studio three they are looking into, which means it's Jasmine they could be watching.
"I'm pretty sure you aren't meant to be looking into the occupied studios,” I call out as I approach. All four guys turn around and see me walking towards them. I recognise one as a guy Simon I have sparred with once or twice.
"All right Sean, it might be against the rules but it's a sight worth breaking them for. Have a look and tell me you wouldn't do her,” he laughs as I look through the window to see Jasmine practising inside. Her shoe bag to the side with her sewing kit and tape on the floor beside it having broken in her new shoes. I should have known it wouldn’t take her long to get them on her feet.
“Oh, I would because that's my girl, which means she's off fucking limits!” I warn as I step back and cross my arms over my chest.
“You’re one lucky son of a bitch,” Simon laughs as he turns back to the window at Jasmine as she dances, and I can’t miss the lust in his eyes. “I bet she’s fun to fuck.” My face must shift as his mates all start very quickly back away muttering apologies as they go. “When you’ve finished with her, send her my way. I could do some fucking damage to that pussy.”
All self-control snaps as I grab his t-shirt and pin him against the door, hearing the feral growl in my throat.
