Quick Study - By Gretchen Galway Page 0,12

shorts. He shoved his jeans off and watched her face as she studied him. The desire on her face was almost too much. “Think of me as your personal trainer.”

She sighed and let her hands slide down her curves. “I’m not very athletic,” she said, stroking her rounded hips. “Just don’t have the discipline.”

“Some people need help with that.”

“I don’t know. I’m very lazy.” And with that, she walked over to his bench, padded but narrow, and straddled it, facing him but leaning back on her hands. He could see her pussy straining past the band of her flimsy underwear, slicing her in half, exaggerating her sex like a ribbon around a present he’d kill to open.

“Maybe you should lie down,” he said. Heart thudding in his chest, he strode over to her, conscious of how her eyes were raking over his body. “And rest.”

She made an exaggerated sigh and collapsed onto her back, then pushed her feet up onto her toes, thrusting her pelvis up for him. He’d never be able to lift weights in here again without remembering her like this, sprawled on her back in that thong, open for him.

He scowled down at her. He could barely contain himself as it was. “Stop wiggling around.”

“You mean like this?” She held her hands under her breasts, lifting them up towards him, while the rest of her continued to squirm.

He forced himself to look away and strode over to the shelving at the back of the room, finding what he wanted with a grunt of satisfaction. Four would be plenty.

Here eyes went wide when she saw the colorful elastic bands he was holding. “What are those?”

“Lift up your hands.”

“That again?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Is that bad?”

“Very.” He leaned down to her, unable to resist her wide, mocking lips, and kissed her hard. She came to life under his touch, open-mouthed and sweet, and he forgot for a moment what he was about to do to enjoy the ridiculous, goofy joy he felt when they dropped the act and touched one another.

“Paul?”

“Mmmm?”

“I’m on my back. You said I wouldn’t be.”

He pulled away and looked at her. “You are such a whiner.” Conveniently, her hands were wrapped around his neck, easily ensnared by one of his hands. He pulled an elastic band off his neck, drew it slowly across her mouth, and gave her a serious look. “I need to teach you a lesson.”

Seeing he was about to tie her up, she lost the smart-ass look and looked at him with dark, half-closed eyes. “Actually, I’m quite comfortable.” She watched him wind the soft band around her joined wrists. “As you were, soldier.”

He smiled. “Good girl.” He bound her hands together over her head. “Do I need to strap you to the bench, or will this be enough?”

“Depends.” She tested her limited range of movement, which sent her breasts heaving across her chest and rendered him senseless. “Will you be?”

“Will I be what?”

“Enough.”

He slipped his shorts off and straddled her. “If not, I’ll keep trying.” He took her left nipple in his mouth and gently bit the tip. “I’m not lazy like some people.”

She laughed, deep in her throat, and lifted her bound wrists from under head and moved them down to his cock. She managed to stretch her hands apart and take hold of him with the tips of her fingers, and for a moment, he swam in the sensation, head falling back on his shoulders, forgetting who was in charge.

Until she said, “You seem pretty lazy to me,” and he jerked his head up to glare at her over the tantalizing pleasure.

“Not enough, then.” In a second he had her hands clasped under her head and strapped to the bench underneath. He was standing over her now, straddling her with his dick brushing her belly, and the almost-missionary position struck both of them at the same time, and they paused to gaze into each other’s eyes. Hers were lovely. Warm, dark, rich. “Comfy?” he whispered.

Looking distressed, she shook her head.

He frowned. “Did I tie you too tight?”

“You’re not inside me yet.”

He smiled. Kissed her cheek. “Patience.”

“I want it now.”

“You are very spoiled.”

“Now now now.”

“I have ways of—” he stopped himself. She was ready, he was ready, and the bench would lose its appeal pretty quickly. He felt her, testing her slick pussy, and she raised her hips to his hand. He had to step away and get his condom out of his jeans on the other side of the room while she