InBedWithMrPerfect (4 page)

Fire throbbed in her blood with every quick stroke against
her backside. Her clit burned, sending jabs of bliss to her core. Lust bloomed
deep in her belly and bubbled up inside her.

“Fuck, Ann.” His rhythmic strikes quickened into a wash of
blazing pleasure.

Sharp thorns of ecstasy ripped through Ann. She arched into
him and buried her mouth into his rock-hard stomach. Everything spun out of
focus as her orgasm splashed over Ann, drowning her in a hot rush.

Every time Ann quaked against him his dick pulsed.

Yearning throbbed through him. She rubbed a hand over his
hard length and he almost exploded in his pants.

The shy grin she’d sent him almost had Joe declaring his
undying love for her. He didn’t think he could live without her. He wanted her
in his life and in his bed forever. Now he needed to figure out how to have it.

Ann’s delicate fingers continued to trace a path over his
hard-on. If she kept it up he would have an imprint of his zipper on his cock.
Joe ran a shaky hand through her hair. “Honey, you’re killing me.”

Leaning up on her forearms, she groped for his fly. Before
he could steady himself, his cock was sliding into her greedy mouth and being
swamped by its wet heat. Light exploded behind his eyes. He wrapped his hands
in her hair and held on for dear life.

She took him up the ladder of ecstasy and when he couldn’t
take any more she eased back, bringing him back down. Balls burning, he thrust
into her mouth. Ann’s teeth grazed his shaft. Come shot out of his dick in a
pulsing wash of ecstasy. “Fuck.”

Thinking about the night he’d spent with Ann, he grinned.
Even with a swollen ankle, the woman could rock his world. After getting home
yesterday afternoon they’d soaked her leg in Epsom salts, wrapped it in an Ace
bandage and spent the rest of the day in her bed.

His cock hardened at the memory of her body yielding under
him. Her soft whimpers as he slipped inside her hot pussy drove him to the
brink even now. After the last time he rolled off Ann in a sweaty heap this
morning, he’d thought this dick would be sated for at least a day or two.
Apparently that was not the case.

The woman would be the death of him. Joe had had more sex
this weekend than he’d had in the last two years. He was like a teenager when
it came to Ann. She fueled his inner caveman like no one had before. He hoped
the feeling never stopped.

“Joe?”

Blinking, he stared at the overdeveloped Amazon woman in
front of him on the gym floor. “Sorry. What can I help you with, Naomi?”

“Can you spot me?” She tossed back her bleached-blonde hair
and sat on the weight bench.

He frowned at the four fifty-pound weights sitting on each
end of the bar. “Four hundred pounds is a lot of weight. Are you sure you’re
ready for this?”

Naomi positioned herself under the bar and blew out a
breath. “This is what I’ve been training for.”

Moving to her head, he widened his legs and looked down into
her determined face. Lines dug into the corners of her eyes. The years of using
testosterone to build muscles had made her skin rutted and thin.

Pity filled him. Joe understood the need to push one’s body
to its limits. He’d been doing it himself for over fifteen years. However, he
didn’t understand the need to use artificial means to do it. Especially for
women, the long-term effects of steroid use were catastrophic.

He sighed. “Ready when you are.”

Naomi lifted the bar and grunted. Muscles trembling and
veins bulging, she pumped. Sweat and red dots coated her skin as deep lines
etched their marks onto her face. Blood vessels spiderwebbed over her cheeks
and chest as she lifted the massive amount of weight.

Joe counted off three sets of ten reps. “That’s it, Naomi.
You did it.”

She groaned and set down the barbell. A smile spread over
her face. “God, that felt good. I was really in a zone.”

Swallowing back his disgust, Joe grinned. He’d made it a
point to educate all of the members of Mr. Perfect’s on the pros and cons of
bodybuilding and its way of life. When done right, it was a great way to live a
healthy lifestyle. When done wrong, it could kill you.

He’d made it a point to have free classes on nutrition and
the latest in muscle-building techniques. People couldn’t become members until
they signed the no-doping clause in their contracts. He couldn’t control what
they did outside, but he could make sure that when people like Naomi were in
his gym they were safe.

The door to the gym flew open and Ann hobbled in. His heart
skittered in his chest as he took in her windblown hair and flushed face. Her
black peacoat billowed in her wake and her bright-pink purse hung from her
elbow and thudded against her hip. The mad dash from her car couldn’t have been
easy on her.

“Sorry I’m late,” Ann said as she limped past him.

Grinning over at her, he remembered how they’d kept warm
when the wind howled outside last night. It took every ounce of his control not
to rush to her and lift her into his arms. “I’ll dock your pay.”

“You do that.”

Joe’s insides turned into a molten ball of need. Forcing
himself not to stare at Ann’s ass as she walked into the office, he turned.

“So Joe.” Naomi sat up and wiped the sweat from her
forehead. “What are you doing tonight?”

If I have it my way, Ann.

He cleared his throat. “I guess I’m going to hang at home
tonight. What are you doing?”

“I’m meeting some friends at Bleu Lagoon for drinks. Would
you like to join us?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m beat.”

“Some other time then.”

Joe knew Naomi had a thing for him. He’d been dodging her
flirtations for over a year. Making his way to the juice bar, he picked up two
fifty-pound weights and set them on the rack. “When Ann’s ankle feels better
maybe we’ll join you.”

His gaze tracked to the wall of windows to his office. Ann
sat at his desk typing away. The frown on her pretty face and the set of her
shoulders told Joe her leg was killing her.

“What happened?” Naomi asked and pulled off her
weightlifting gloves.

“She twisted it when we were hiking along Michael’s pond
yesterday.” Joe pulled down a huge protein powder tin, unscrewed the lid and
dumped two heaping scoops into the blender.

“Ann hikes?” Naomi took a seat at the bar and leaned on her
elbows.

His hand jerked, spilling almond milk on the counter. “Yes,
Ann hikes.” He grabbed a paper towel and wiped up his mess. “We do all sorts of
outdoor activities.”

“Really, like what?”

The tone of Naomi’s question set him on edge. “Well, we
swim, hike, bike, kayak, downhill ski, all sorts of fun things like that.” For
ten years, he’d shown Ann what he’d grown up doing. She took to it like a
native.

“Funny.” Naomi shrugged. “She doesn’t look like she spends
her free time doing physical activities.”

The back of his neck prickled. “I don’t understand.”

“Well, look at her.”

Turning, he grinned. Ann had taken off the suit jacket,
revealing her figure-hugging tank top. Joe’s mouth went dry. “She looks good to
me.”

“Yeah, if you like them fat,” Naomi scoffed.

The need to defend Ann swelled in his gut and he took a
minute to control his temper. “I don’t understand why women judge each other.
As long as you’re healthy, what does it matter what size you are?”

“Oh, please.” She pointed. “If you had to pick between that
and,” Naomi ran her hands down her body, “this. Which would you pick?”

He nodded his head toward Ann. “That.”

The look on Naomi’s face had him backtracking. “Don’t get me
wrong, you’re an attractive woman,” he lied. She looked too much like a man
with fake tits for his liking, but to each his own.

Joe cleared his throat. “My tastes go a little softer.”

“Fucking the help now, Joe?”

Joe filled the blender with the vanilla almond milk Naomi
preferred and switched it on. Ann was ten times the woman she would ever be.

Joe managed to get his temper under control by the time the
protein shake was the consistency of kindergarten paste.

“Ann’s not the help. She’s a partner in this gym. If you are
going to be a member of this establishment, you are to treat everyone here, no
matter their size, with respect. If you are looking for a place that humiliates
people, the gym on the other side of town is looking for new members.”

Joe poured the mixture into a glass and set it in front of
her, leaning forward. “Who I fuck is none of your business.” He stepped back.
“The shake’s on the house. Good luck tomorrow at the World Bodybuilding
competition.” He turned and stomped to the office.

* * * * *

“Could this day get any worse?” Ann ran her hands through
her hair and sighed.

Between her ankle throbbing and the lack of sleep this
weekend, she couldn’t concentrate. Ann had messed up more times today than she
could count. It didn’t help that Joe and memories of him touching her kept
sneaking their way into her head. Her hormones couldn’t seem to get enough of
him.

“Damn it.” She punched the day’s numbers again. “Joe, what
did you do with forty-eight dollars and ninety-two cents?”

“You haven’t been here a half hour and you’re already
cursing me.”

Her head shot up and she frowned. Turbulence filled his eyes
and his mouth set in a grim line.

“What’s wrong?”

“I may have lost a client.” He stepped into the room and
closed the door.

“What did you do?”

“I pissed Naomi off when she asked who I’d rather sleep with
and I said you.”

Heat flooded into Ann and she chuckled. “You didn’t.”

“I couldn’t help it. She had her bitch on.”

When you were best friends with a man that looked like Joe,
you got used to having women shooting daggers at you with their eyes. “What did
she say?”

A flush covered his handsome face. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If it makes you look like you want to throw the desk
through the wall, I think it does.” She stood, limped to Joe and tugged him to
a chair. “Some people are just asses.”

“You need to stay off that ankle.” He sat and pulled her on
his lap.

She slapped at his roaming hands, wiggled off his lap and
looked out the window. Sweat glistened off well-toned bodies. Men and women
pumped iron and punished themselves on cardio machines.

Spotting Naomi leave, Ann sighed. “What did she say?”

“Really, it doesn’t matter.”

Turning, she moved to the desk and sat, folding her arms
over her chest. “Did the bitch call me fat?” she asked and crossed her legs.

Steam all but poured out of his ears. He rose and towered
over her. “Don’t talk about yourself that way.”

Ann wasn’t putting herself down. She was stating a fact.
Even though she was what people called real-sized, in this gym she was fat.
Body parts out there didn’t rub together. She doubted those women wore Spanx to
control their ass jiggles.

“I know what people here think of me.”

“What do you mean? The guys love you.”

“The guys don’t see me as a threat. The women here do.”

“What are you talking about?”

She sighed. “Joe, they see our friendship and think, ‘why
her?’ To them I am everything they don’t want to be and yet I’m the lucky one
who goes home with you.”

“We’re roommates.”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“You make it sound like the women here are all after me,” he
said and stalked to the window.

“Watching the people in this place is like watching an
episode of Animal Kingdom.”

He turned. “What the hell does that mean?”

How could the man work here for fifteen hours a day, six
days a week and not see what went on? “Have you seen that the women here come
in all made-up and the men do an extra rep or five to show off?” She waved her
hand to the window. “What other gym do you know of where women keep applying
lipstick?”

“That’s the gym atmosphere.”

“I can’t speak for the men, but I can tell you no one going
to the thirty-minute women’s-only gym down the street is putting on a full face
of makeup to work out.”

Spinning back to the window, Joe, released the wicker blind,
and stepped to the door, locking it as he closed the shade. “Animal Kingdom,
huh?”

Butterflies took flight in her stomach. She’d never get used
to the hungry look in his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Putting on our own episode of Animal Kingdom.” He put his
hand on either side of her hips, trapping Ann in place.

Blood rushed to her head. “We can’t. There are people
outside. What if someone needs something or hears something?”

“They can wait.” Joe nipped at the sensitive spot under her
earlobe. His teeth tugging at her teardrop earring. “And we’ll have to be
quiet.”

He reminded her of a panther stocking his prey. His arms
trembled against her as he bent to brush a kiss on her forehead. Ann shivered
and knew she couldn’t deny him. Her body burned under his intense gaze. The
anger that poured off him turned her on, stirring something deep inside her.
Lifting her hands, she tugged at his t-shirt.

“No.”

“What? Why?”

Grabbing her hand, he tugged her to her feet. She hopped a
little to balance on her good leg.

“Shit, I forgot.” He moved, grabbed the folding chair and
set it next to her bad leg. “Put your knee on this and lean on the desk.”

Anticipation skittered up her spine. She rested her elbows
on the desk and leaned against the piles of papers. “Like this?”

“Please tell me those stockings you’re wearing are held up
with some kind of garter belt and are not made out of super-strength Spandex
like that shapewear crap you wear.”

“They’re crotchless.”

“I’m not going to ask.” Joe’s hand ran up her thigh. “I’m
just going to be thankful.”

“Good.” Ann didn’t think he’d want to know the hole in the
shapewear made it easy to use the bathroom.

Clothes shifted behind her and the unmistakable tear of a
condom wrapper reverberated through the small space. Joe’s fingers grazed her
folds and her pussy quivered. Pushing back, she moaned as he found her wet
opening. “Joe.”

Wrapping his free hand in her hair, he pushed into her.
“Fuck, you feel good.”

A triumphant scream lodged in her throat. Every nerve ending
in her body tingled with awareness when he plunged inside her.

Thrusting back to meet the rock-hard length of him, she bit
her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Never in her life had each internal
muscle been so cleverly stroked and caressed. Until now, that was. Her body
tightened with its impending release as her pussy fluttered and heat flooded
her veins. Then she was rocketed into oblivion.

Joe caught her leg as it slipped off the chair and slowed.
“Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head. “No. Harder. Give it to me harder.”

Grunting, he obliged, stretching her. He filled Ann
completely. Newly discovered nerve endings jumped for joy at his attention. Her
body convulsed and she flew apart again.

He hammered into her faster and her world exploded into a
sea of sensation. She felt him tighten behind her. “No. No. More,” she begged.

Slowing, he exhaled. His breath tickled the hair on the back
of her neck. “Shh,” he whispered.

Ann was half out of her mind. “Sorry. More. Give me more.”

“My pleasure.” Joe’s thighs hit the back of Ann’s as he
drove into her.