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Crossing my arms over my chest, I grin at her. “I opened this place four years ago.”
“Have you always wanted to open a gym?” Her eyes dart over me as I nod to the bag, giving her another combo.
“Yeah. I was a personal trainer, and I knew I wanted my own space. This was my dream.”
“And you made it happen. Well done.”
I grin at her, smugness surging through me. Fuck yeah, I did.
“It’s an amazing place. You did a fantastic job.”
Coming from a Rampwood? That means a lot. Grinning, I run her through another few combos before she shakes her head, jabbing at the bag. Thelma doesn’t look at me as she speaks, focused on landing her punches.
“You haven’t asked me on a date.”
Huh? My eyes snap to the side of her face. Thelma still isn’t looking at me, seemingly completely unconcerned about my response. I have no idea what the fuck I’m supposed to say. Why would I ask her on a date? We’re having fun, blowing off some steam. A date would completely change the dynamic.
I mean, we chat a lot while she works out. Yeah, she knows more about me than everyone in this building, but it’s still a business arrangement. The hooking up, that’s separate. We don’t talk about personal shit while hooking up. That would be crossing a line.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I keep my eyes on her face, wondering how she will react.
“We’re just hooking up.”
Thelma’s eyes flicker over me as she shrugs, turning back to the bag.
“I know. It’s just that I usually get asked out by now.”
Fuck. I have to be honest. I don’t want to lead her on. “I’m not looking for anything but a hookup at the moment.”
A small smile flits across Thelma’s lips. “That’s okay. I’m not either.”
Well, thank fuck for that. “Good.”
“Why personal training and a gym?”
Shaking my head at the sudden one-eighty, I’m glad to be back on safe, firm ground.
“I like helping people reach their potential… or just de-stress.” I flash her a smile, and she lets out a low, throaty chuckle.
“You’re very good at helping de-stress. I can attest to that.”
I flash her a wolfish smile. “I’m happy to be of assistance.”
Seriously. Very happy. Especially the kind of assistance I offered her at the start of the session. We finish with some stretching, and I’m expecting her to bound to her feet and leave – after all, we fucked at the start.
But Thelma is full of surprises. Climbing to her knees, she smiles seductively up at me, looking through her lashes as she tugs my shorts down, my dick springing out, almost smacking her in the face.
Catching it, she rubs her thumb over the tip, licking her lips as my own part, my breathing coming out in small pants. Slowly, still looking me in the eye, Thelma opens her mouth, sliding the tip of my dick between her plump pink lips. Fuck yes. Clearly, she wasn’t put off by my honesty about the whole date thing.
Shoving the unsettling thought out of my mind, I rest a hand on her braided hair, my head tipping back and eyes fluttering closed as she bobs her head, her tongue swirling as she alternatively sucks and swallows. Amazing.
“I’m so fucking close, babe,” I breathe, my hips jerking slightly. Thelma doesn’t seize the opportunity to take my dick out of her mouth and finish me off with a handjob. If anything, she sucks harder.
My balls tingle and tighten, and I finish down her throat with a growl. Thelma sits back, licking her lips as I tug my shorts up. This is the best end to a session I’ve been part of. With a grin, I hold out a hand to help her stand, watching as she smiles and waves, letting herself out of the room.
I'm overwhelmed with post-nut clarity as the door swings shut behind her. Thelma might haveseemedokay with my honesty, but the whole thing sounded like a huge hint to ask her out. This is a hookup. That’s all. Shit. Maybe we should cool things down.
THELMA
