CHAPTER
ONE
The gym was
finally emptying; only a few last hardcore fitness fanatics stood
between Luca and Imogen’s next bout. She’d been impatiently waiting
all week to strap her gloves on and get rid of the week’s pent-up
annoyances and it was all Luca could do to kick these guys out so
he could have his girl and his gym to himself.
“Closing time
in ten minutes, guys” he called impatiently, to nods and murmurs of
agreeance from the last few patrons. Heading upstairs to get
Imogen, Luca realised not for the first time how much he cared for
his meek and mild librarian girlfriend.
It’d been a
chance phone call, almost three months ago, that had led to them
meeting. She’d sounded sweet, reserved, and even a little nervous
when he’d answered her call and he’d instantly been drawn into the
soft melodic tone of her voice; her every word rounded and polished
before it left her mouth. They’d agreed she would visit the gym for
a tour of the equipment the following day, and it was the first
time Luca actually hoped a prospective client would show. All too
often, they’d ring and get prices then never turn up. But this girl
had sounded different—genuine and sweet as opposed to many of the
pretentious women who frequented his gym.
“Imogen, you
nearly ready?” he called as he ascended the stairs to his upstairs
office.
“Just strapping
my ankle, I can’t afford to lose my footing again and let you win”
she teased back, referring to last weeks bout which saw her lose in
spectacular fashion. She strutted past him with strapping tape in
her hand before planting herself into his office chair.
“Ahhh… so
that’s what happened last time, huh?” he joked back, knowing full
well he’d won their last bout fair and square.
Walking to his
chair, he pulled her up and dragged his lips slowly across hers
before hoisting her up and depositing her on his desk. A gorgeous
crimson glow hit Imogen’s cheeks as she leaned up to grab his mouth
again.
“Oh, Imogen,
that’s not really playing fair is it?” he questioned
tauntingly.
“Well, I’m at a
distinct size disadvantage, so I’ll do whatever I need to do to
distract you from your fine form Luca” she said, pulling away
slightly and dropping her lips to his neck.
“If that’s what
you’re up to, I’ll have to stop you right there” he replied,
pulling away from her seductive kisses before dropping into his
chair and nudging her thighs apart to sit between them. Running his
fingertips gently from the apex of her legs down to her sore ankle,
he grabbed her foot which was still looking a little worse for wear
and starting to gently smooth down the strapping tape.
“I’m not
fighting you tonight, Imogen” he spoke suddenly as she pulled her
foot back and stared at him questioningly.
“Why? You said
we would, Luca. I need to…” she trailed off.
“You said you’d
do the exercises I gave you Im. If you don’t want my help I can
refer you to another physio; but this ankle isn't improving and as
you’ve just pointed out, I’m too big to be a fair opponent” he
spoke calmly, knowing she’d be disappointed. “But, I know you need
the outlet, so how about tonight we do this a bit differently—you
box on the bags, hands only, we’ll sort out the physio business in
the morning” he replied, smoothing down the last of the tape.
He could tell
by the ashen look on her face that she was disappointed, but she’d
clearly done some damage to her ankle already and there was no way
he’d make it worse.
“Now”, he
whispered, his hands sliding up the outsides of her thighs before
he grabbed her ass and pulled her forward on to the edge of the
desk and planting a row of kisses along her thigh, “lets go and get
you hot and sweaty…”
“I… I think
I’ve got another option for taking my frustrations out tonight
Luca” she whispered, shuffling forward to close the distance
between them and shifting her weight forward and on to his
ONE
The gym was
finally emptying; only a few last hardcore fitness fanatics stood
between Luca and Imogen’s next bout. She’d been impatiently waiting
all week to strap her gloves on and get rid of the week’s pent-up
annoyances and it was all Luca could do to kick these guys out so
he could have his girl and his gym to himself.
“Closing time
in ten minutes, guys” he called impatiently, to nods and murmurs of
agreeance from the last few patrons. Heading upstairs to get
Imogen, Luca realised not for the first time how much he cared for
his meek and mild librarian girlfriend.
It’d been a
chance phone call, almost three months ago, that had led to them
meeting. She’d sounded sweet, reserved, and even a little nervous
when he’d answered her call and he’d instantly been drawn into the
soft melodic tone of her voice; her every word rounded and polished
before it left her mouth. They’d agreed she would visit the gym for
a tour of the equipment the following day, and it was the first
time Luca actually hoped a prospective client would show. All too
often, they’d ring and get prices then never turn up. But this girl
had sounded different—genuine and sweet as opposed to many of the
pretentious women who frequented his gym.
“Imogen, you
nearly ready?” he called as he ascended the stairs to his upstairs
office.
“Just strapping
my ankle, I can’t afford to lose my footing again and let you win”
she teased back, referring to last weeks bout which saw her lose in
spectacular fashion. She strutted past him with strapping tape in
her hand before planting herself into his office chair.
“Ahhh… so
that’s what happened last time, huh?” he joked back, knowing full
well he’d won their last bout fair and square.
Walking to his
chair, he pulled her up and dragged his lips slowly across hers
before hoisting her up and depositing her on his desk. A gorgeous
crimson glow hit Imogen’s cheeks as she leaned up to grab his mouth
again.
“Oh, Imogen,
that’s not really playing fair is it?” he questioned
tauntingly.
“Well, I’m at a
distinct size disadvantage, so I’ll do whatever I need to do to
distract you from your fine form Luca” she said, pulling away
slightly and dropping her lips to his neck.
“If that’s what
you’re up to, I’ll have to stop you right there” he replied,
pulling away from her seductive kisses before dropping into his
chair and nudging her thighs apart to sit between them. Running his
fingertips gently from the apex of her legs down to her sore ankle,
he grabbed her foot which was still looking a little worse for wear
and starting to gently smooth down the strapping tape.
“I’m not
fighting you tonight, Imogen” he spoke suddenly as she pulled her
foot back and stared at him questioningly.
“Why? You said
we would, Luca. I need to…” she trailed off.
“You said you’d
do the exercises I gave you Im. If you don’t want my help I can
refer you to another physio; but this ankle isn't improving and as
you’ve just pointed out, I’m too big to be a fair opponent” he
spoke calmly, knowing she’d be disappointed. “But, I know you need
the outlet, so how about tonight we do this a bit differently—you
box on the bags, hands only, we’ll sort out the physio business in
the morning” he replied, smoothing down the last of the tape.
He could tell
by the ashen look on her face that she was disappointed, but she’d
clearly done some damage to her ankle already and there was no way
he’d make it worse.
“Now”, he
whispered, his hands sliding up the outsides of her thighs before
he grabbed her ass and pulled her forward on to the edge of the
desk and planting a row of kisses along her thigh, “lets go and get
you hot and sweaty…”
“I… I think
I’ve got another option for taking my frustrations out tonight
Luca” she whispered, shuffling forward to close the distance
between them and shifting her weight forward and on to his
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