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“This is the professors’ gym,” I growl, rising from the bench I was laying on and standing.
Her eyes drop to my bare torso and widen. I look down, realizing that my chest and abs are glistening with sweat from my workout. I probably shouldn’t be shirtless in this communal gym, but the rest of the staff is ancient and no one uses this space except me. I’ve come to think of it as my own private gym like the one I had back home.
One thing’s for certain though, it’s not open to students.
She swallows thickly like her mouth is dry and flicks her gaze back up to meet mine. She flashes me a keycard she must have used to get in here.
“I have access,” she says, looking away from me and stepping into the room. Immediately I want those magnetizing eyes back on me.
“Why?” I ask. This gym is in an RCA owned facility closer to my apartment than the campus so it’s my go to most days. I’ve never seen her here though, not until today.
She shrugs off her jacket and stands in a sports bra and biker shorts before me. Except she has her back turned as she bends over and looks for something in her sports bag, so she gives me a look at her toned, round ass defined in that tempting, revealing fabric. She might as well be naked for how little those shorts hide her curves and all I can think of is how I had my fingers in that tight ass of hers just a couple of weeks ago.
My cock hardens instantly. I reposition myself while she looks the other way so she doesn’t turn around to find my thick length tenting my shorts.
She stands and gathers her long hair into a ponytail, revealing that sexy as fuck tattoo that drives me crazy and the lines of her muscled back. She’s slender, but the strength is there in the way her body moves with easy grace.
“Athlete’s privilege,” she answers, her tone uninterested.
She doesn’t even glance over her shoulder, speaking to me without looking in my direction. The ease with which she dismisses me rankles the dominant side of me that demands her attention.
I goad her where I know the hit will land. “So, you’re not here to try to get me to fuck you again?”
She whips around, her ponytail flying, and I realize my mistake when I see the front of her tight body wrapped in even tighter fabric. Her tits are pressed up against the neckline of her sports bra, flushed pink skin peeking out appetizingly above it. Her nipples are pebbled and pushing up mouthwateringly against their cotton prison, the piercing highlighted and distracting me. It makes me want to rip her bra off with my teeth before sinking them into her flesh.
“I’m not here for you, you arrogant bastard. I’m here to train,” she hisses. “I have access to this gym for night workouts so I don’t have to cross campus alone.”
“Put a top on,” I snap, distracted. My jaw is tight and I can’t look down at her when she’s standing with her fists clenched on her hips looking angrily up at me.
She huffs out an amused breath. “You’re wearing less than I am. How about you put something on? That way we’ll be even and you won’t come off like such a hypocritical asshole. Yet again.”
I bite my lip in response to keep myself from kissing the attitude off her. Her eyes fly to where my teeth dig into my flesh and her mouth parts slightly. I wonder if she knows everything she does is a turn on and I live in a constant state of agony at the mercy of the way she teases me with her micro expressions.
I groan and take a few steps back, adding distance between us so I don’t reach for her. I catch what looks like disappointment in her eyes but it’s quickly gone, replaced by a scoff falling from her lips.
She turns away and walks to the leg press in the corner, ostentatiously and insolently playing with the shoulder strap of her bra to taunt me. She pulls it down her shoulder and makes a show of scratching her bare skin before pulling it back up.
I drop onto a bench, rendered completely useless by my throbbing erection. I fuck around on my phone for a few minutes while I internally will it to go down. I dart quick looks at Nera out of the corner of my eye.
She said she came here to work, and she wasn’t kidding. I watch her put in a monster workout. It’s almost punishing in its intensity, her face completely awash in concentration as she pushes herself to what I know has to be past her limit.
I move easily between different machines, keeping a watchful eye on her as she goes between stations. She barely takes any breaks and she definitely doesn’t notice I’m still there. I’m almost awestruck by seeing the blind drive and dogged tenacity in her that I know only high-level athletes have. It makes her look far older than her actual years.
When I’m supposed to be finding ways to excavate her from my brain, I realize that I’m only burying her deeper. I’m more impressed after spending an hour in a room with her than I have been with anyone else in my life.
I should leave, but I can’t. I should look away, but I can’t. Instead, I do what I can to not openly stare at her. It’s the best I can even attempt right now.
Seeing her push herself this way reminds me of her dad’s reaction when she’d lost the world juniors. My fists clench menacingly around the band in my hands. I wonder what role he plays in the punishing discipline with which she pushes herself.
“What did your father say about your grade?” I hear myself ask.
She seems as surprised as I am to hear me speak. Her eyes snap to me, the haze of focus drifting away as she realizes I’m still here, unmoved in the corner from which I’ve been watching her for the last twenty minutes.
She gives me a wary look, like a suspicious prey that smells a trap. Clearly, she doesn’t want to talk about him.
Her eyes rake questioningly over my face for a few seconds as she catches her breath.
“He was happy.”
