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  Kyan . . . the sexy guy with a gym bag and firm ass. Holy wet dreams . . .

  CLOSING THE DOOR TO ROOM 629 behind me, I jog to the elevator when I notice Ryder holding it open for me.

  “Hey, man.” He pokes his head out of the elevator and looks down the hall as I step inside. After a second, he pulls his head back in and allows the door to close. “Did you just come from those hot chicks’ apartment? The new ones?”

  “Yeah,” I say stiffly, already knowing what he’s getting at. “And the blonde already has a boyfriend, so don’t even bother.”

  The elevator comes to a stop and I walk out without another word. All Ryder is about is partying and sleeping with every chick that he finds to be hot in this building. I mean I’m down for some fun, but not with any and every girl I can find. There has to be something about her that’s worth more than one fuck.

  I may not know Calla, but the hour I spent with her is enough for me to want more of her. I don’t do relationships, not anymore. I don’t have the time nor have I had the desire to be tied down to one girl, but to be honest, if she wanted me to pleasure her I definitely wouldn’t turn her away.

  That tight little body of hers deserves every lick of pleasure that my tongue can give her. Being a bit of a bachelor, I’ve had the time and energy to learn a thing or two the normal guy wouldn’t be comfortable with giving a woman, or either just doesn’t know how.

  Remembering that I left my gym bag at the bar, I stride down the hall, nodding to a few drunken women as they pass, eyeing me up.

  Dane takes notice of me as soon as I enter the room and is quick to grab my bag and set it on the bar for me. “Here you go, boss man.” Giving me a curious look, he slides me a shot of whiskey. “Is Calla cool? She seemed a bit out of it when you carried her out of here.”

  I give him a nod before grabbing my shot and tilting it back. “She’s good. Looks like she doesn’t get adventurous very often.”

  “I’m sure that will change soon. Just wait until Hunter gets back.”

  I pull out a twenty and throw it down for a tip. “Yeah, I’m sure Hunter will have his fun. He always does.”

  Grabbing my bag, I slide it over my shoulder and stand here, letting my thoughts get the best of me. I steel my jaw and give Dane a tight nod. “I’m out, man.”

  “See ya,” he says as I walk away.

  I ride the elevator up to the 10th floor, the very top, and open the door to room 1020. It feels so good to walk into my apartment, and the first thing I do is fall back into my leather chair and close my eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet.

  My plan earlier tonight was to just stop by the bar for one quick beer and come back up to my apartment. Once I saw her—Calla—I knew that plan would change.

  Hell . . . even the back of her head had me enthralled and wanting to see more. The way her long, thick, blonde hair laid resting on her slim back made me think about what it would be like to tangle my hands in it. Then, when she turned around and I set sight on those big, emerald eyes, framed by a set of thick lashes and those shiny, plumps lips, my dick twitched.

  As if I wasn’t already intrigued, she opened that mouth of hers and I knew I had to stay. She was fun too, with an addictive personality. Calla is definitely a girl that I want to get close to, but not too close; never too close, and I always have ways of making sure that never happens.

  Laying my head back, I take a deep breath and slowly release it when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I already know who would be calling this late on a Friday night.

  I answer my phone. “Damn you, Hunter. It’s been a long night.”

  I hear his annoying laugh before he finally speaks, “Oh calm your dick, big bro. It can’t be that bad.”

  I let the events of the last week run through my head and then picture all the ways that I can choke the life out of Hunter when he gets back from his vacation. “Just make sure you’re back by next Friday, Hunter. No more extending this shit. Got it.”

  “Already have my ticket booked. Anyways,” he stops to talk to some chick that is saying his name in one of those annoying ways that makes you wish you were deaf. “I was calling to let you know that I haven’t partied myself to death . . . yet. Gotta go take care of Hillary. See ya, dic . . .”

  He’s still talking when I hang up. I really don’t want to listen to his voice right now. It’s even more annoying when I’m pissed at him.

  Closing my eyes, my thoughts instantly go back to Calla. I haven’t seen a woman with such natural beauty in a long time, possibly even ever. Most women pay to obtain the beauty that she probably doesn’t even know she possesses. Maybe I need to show her just how damn beautiful she is.

  I scan down her body mentally, picturing the way her tight, little plump ass looked in those skinny jeans. I feel the beginning of an erection and a bad case of blue balls coming on.

  Damn . . .

  I haven’t had blue balls in a long time. Probably not since I was like sixteen. I never had any problems after that in that department.

  Undoing my jeans and zipper, I push my hand underneath the waistband enough to lower my briefs and jeans down to my thighs to allow my thick erection to break free.

  Biting my bottom lip, I grab ahold of my shaft and start to stroke my cock to my filthy thoughts of Calla riding my face. I can picture me wrapping my hands in the bottom of her long hair and pulling as she rides it slow and hard, letting me taste her until her juices wet my tongue.

  Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long before I feel a slight tug in my balls, followed by a loud moan through my lips as my orgasm rides through me, my cum squirting into the palm of my other fisted hand, or at least mostly. It’s hard to contain my loads.

  “Shit.” Tugging my shirt off, I clean up my mess, wash up quickly, and pass the fuck out in my bed, partially satisfied and still hard.

  Fuck me . . .

  STUPID, STUPID BEER. I HATE you. I sit up slowly, holding my head in my hands. “It’s so bright!” I cover my eyes. “Why is it so bright in here?”

  I hear the sound of Tori’s footsteps before I hear my bedroom door open. “What the hell? Why are you screaming and waking up the whole apartment? Brad and I are still sleeping. Shush your mouth in here and put up your curtains for crying out loud. It’s bright as fuck in here.”

  “Screw you too, you sucky friend,” I mumble as she walks out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

  I moan and groan to myself while crawling back under my blanket and hiding my face. “I’m so hungry.” I internally cry while remembering that all of our stuff is stilled packed up. The only things we managed to unpack were bedding and some bathroom stuff.

  Rolling over, I allow myself to fall off the bed, wrapped up in my blankets. I lay here for a few minutes before mustering up the energy to slowly make my way into the bathroom and splash some water on my face.

  Standing here, looking at my reflection, my thoughts change to the bar last night. Sexy guy. Nice face, nice lips, nice . . . everything, and with a gym bag.

  “The gym,” I mutter.

  I remember everything about the night. It was really the last beer that put me over the edge. Then my head started spinning and I got really tired.

  “Shit. So much for a good first impression.” I grip onto the sink and roll my eyes. “Laying on the pool table. Nice job,” I groan.

  The best thing I can do right now is run a nice, warm shower and relax as the water massages my skin. That sounds so good right now.

  I stand here for a second, trying to remember where I stuck the box of towels and shampoo. The only thing I unpacked last night when first arriving was a small box filled with a few rolls of toilet paper, our toothbrushes, and tampons. Just in case . . .

  I spend the next twenty minutes searching for the stuff I need for a shower and a fresh set of clothing. I have a few pairs of yoga pants and some tank tops that will be appropriate for the gym, so I settle on those before turning on the shower water.

  The water comes
out hard and fast. “Oh thank goodness!” I squeal while quickly stripping myself of my clothing. The last apartment had shitty water pressure, making it impossible to enjoy a damn shower. I’ve never been so excited over a shower in my entire life.

  Closing my eyes, I moan as I step under the water and slide the glass door shut behind me. I turn and let the water beat down on my upper back. It hurts, but feels good at the same time. I stand here, enjoying the feel of the hot water as the room starts to fill with steam.

  I’m in the shower for over thirty minutes, never wanting to get out. I just feel so refreshed and relaxed. I could seriously stay in here all day; that is until Tori starts pounding on the door and yelling at me to get out. Damn whore. She always ruins everything, but I love her. Did I mention that?

  “Fine!” I scream from the shower. “Calm your tits and give me two minutes.”

  When I walk out of the bathroom Tori is standing there doing a pee dance. She practically growls at me before rushing into the bathroom. She doesn’t even bother to close the door.

  “Oh my God.” She lets out a satisfied sigh. “I had to pee so bad.”

  She flushes and walks out of the bathroom, watching me as I hold my towel together. “When did you get home last night?” She kicks a few boxes on her way to the kitchen. “You were still gone when we fell asleep and you didn’t answer your phone. I sent Brad downstairs to find you and he said you were playing pool with some guy.”

  I try to hide my smile as she fights her way into a box and pulls out a glass. “Yeah,” I say nonchalantly, trying to conceal my excitement. “I don’t think I was gone that long. Maybe two hours or less.”

  Twirling my wet hair in my hand, I turn for my bedroom.

  “Whoa. That’s it?” I hear the faucet turn off before the sound of her feet on the wood flooring. “You were playing pool with some guy and I don’t even get any details?” She stops in front of me. “Was he cute? Did you kiss? What did he smell like? I mean . . . these details are very important.”

  “Yes, no, and very delicious.” I side step around Tori and stop in my doorway. “I’m going down the street to check out that gym: Wilder Fitness. Do you want to come? I think I’m finally going to look into a personal trainer.”

  “Sounds tempting—having a personal trainer at least. Working out . . . not so much. I’ll pass.” She smiles devilishly when Brad calls her name from the bedroom. “I have all the workout I need, chica.”

  “Thank goodness. I’m leaving then.”

  I STAND OUTSIDE OF WILDER Fitness, looking through the glass at all of the people working out. Practically all of the equipment is in use and it’s only ten in the morning. That’s insane. I’ve never seen such a busy gym before.

  I suddenly feel a little nauseous. I don’t mind other people seeing me work out, but when you have to stand around and wait for equipment, you start to get noticed. What if I use something wrong? That wouldn’t be embarrassing in the slightest.

  I do a weird little shake, letting my nerves roll through me. “Just think—firm thighs and butt. Firm thighs . . . and butt.”

  “Good pep talk.”

  I freeze to the familiar sound of the deep voice behind me. Kyan . . . Mr. Sexy as sin.

  He reaches for the door and pulls it open, before smiling and nodding for me to enter. “Glad to see that you’re awake. Come on.”

  I smile, remembering how lousy I felt this morning before my shower. “It was a struggle. I won’t lie. But I made it.”

  I walk under his arm and into the gym. All I can hear are the sounds of heavy breathing and music. My nose instantly gets assaulted with the smell of sweat, but then gets hit with the sexy smell of Kyan as he grabs my hand and pulls me along behind him.

  I can’t help but to notice random girls watching with smug looks as we pass by until we’re out of sight, stopping at a door in the back.

  I’m thinking he’s about to knock, until suddenly, he’s pulling out a key, sliding it into the keyhole. He pushes the door open, flips on the light, and motions for me to follow him inside.

  He points at the chair in front of the big, black desk. “Take a seat, Ms. Reynolds.”

  I look around me, checking out the office, before taking a seat. I guess this means that he’s a manager or something. “So you’re a manager here? Is that why you recommended this gym? Very good marketing skills.” I look at him and smile as he drops his gym bag behind the desk and takes a seat in the other chair.

  He flashes me a cocky grin that has me crossing my legs behind the desk. “Of course not.” He leans back and runs a hand through his sexy, tousled hair. “I’m the owner.” He sits up straight. “I was just coming back from grabbing a bite to eat. Good timing, I guess.”

  I’m silent as he starts pulling up screens on his computer.

  “Do you have an idea of how many sessions you’re looking for?”

  I chew the inside of my cheek in thought. My eyes widen when out of nowhere I feel his hand grab my chin as he massages a thumb over my cheek to stop me.

  “There’s no need to be nervous. No one at my gym is here to judge. You’ll get to see that. Just relax.”

  I look at his hand as he releases my chin and goes back to the computer. “I don’t know. I didn’t really think about it,” I admit. “What do you recommend?”

  His gaze sets on mine and his jaw slightly flexes. “I think you’re already sexy as hell. I don’t think you need personal training, so don’t get me wrong when I recommend this. I’m only here to please you, Ms. Reynolds.” His eyes lower down the front of my body, him not making an effort to hide it. “I have a special going on right now.”

  He glances back at the computer and changes something. “It’s originally twenty- four hundred, but I’m going to put you in for twelve hundred. That gives you forty- eight sessions and you get charged weekly, not all at once.”

  “Wait. Wow.” I shake my head at his generosity, not sure if it’s polite to accept it. I barely even know him. “That’s really not necessary, Kyan. This is your business. Don’t short yourself for me.”

  “I’m not shorting myself. Trust me.” His powerful gaze captures my eyes as he continues. “I don’t offer this to many people. Actually, this is the first time. Don’t turn me down, because when it comes to you, I feel the need to give and satisfy.”

  I swallow hard from his words, now starting to feel flushed. I shake the top of my tank top. “It’s getting hot in here. Is the heat on or is it just me?”

  Kyan laughs while standing up. “It’s just you, Calla.” He walks over to me and grabs my hand, helping me to my feet. “I’m also waiving your membership fee. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so . . . giving.” He turns behind him and reaches for a measuring tape. “Stand up straight.”

  He stands directly in front of me, his body just inches from mine as he runs his hands down my arms, before lifting them. “Stay still while I take your measurements. Just relax your body.”

  I nod my head, biting my bottom lip as I take notice of the goose bumps rising on my arms and legs as he carefully takes my measurements and marks them down. When finished, he hands me some kind of device to hold so that he can measure my body fat or something.

  We both sit back down afterwards as he types up a bunch of information.

  “You do wedding photography,” he states.”

  I nod my head as I reply. “Yeah. I’ve been doing it since graduation.”

  “Have you ever done any other kind of photography?” He watches me curiously, waiting for an answer.

  “Well yeah. Nothing too different. A few birthday parties and one time I got asked to photograph a bachelorette party.” I lift an eyebrow at the memory. “That was pretty interesting.”

  “I want you to photograph me.”

  My head shoots up. “What do you mean? Are you getting married or . . . ?”

  I let the question hang in the air while he stands up and walks around the desk, stopping at the front. Leaning against it, he crosse
s his thick arms and looks down at me. “No.” He lets out a small laugh. “One of my gym members is a local author and she asked me to be on her cover. I need someone to photograph the shoot.”

  I catch myself checking out his body as I let his words sink in. The thought of us alone as I take his picture is oddly arousing. “Alright,” I say simply. “I can do that, but for free. I won’t let you pay me.”

  “I won’t be,” he says. “The author pays for the shoot. She’s already given me all the details and ideas that she has in her head. She’s too busy to be there, so it will just be the two of us.”

  “Okay. Yeah. We can shoot in my apartment.”

  He shakes his head. “We’ll do it in mine.” He looks down at my tight clothing as I stand up. “And wear something comfortable. You might find yourself in some odd positions.”

  I laugh a little at his choice of words. “I’m sure I have something.” I pause for a second while wondering if he’s going to assign me with a female or male trainer. I’m kind of hoping for a female so there’s less awkwardness. “What’s my trainer’s name?”

  “Kyan Wilder.” A smirk appears on his face as I watch him. “Come.”

  I’d love to . . .

  He opens the door and starts walking out, so I follow behind him. He stops to encourage a few men that seem to keep their eyes on me as we pass. We finally stop in front of another door and he opens it for me to walk in. The lights are already on, so he just closes the door behind us and locks it.

  Walking over to a small stereo, he turns it on and starts talking. “I’m going to begin with an easy workout to get you started. The last thing I want to do is scare you off on the first day.” He smiles at me and I swear one of his dimples melts me on the spot.

  He steps up behind me and places his thumbs in between my shoulder blades, massaging my back. “Spread your legs a little,” he whispers in my ear. I do as he says. “Perfect.” His breath brushes my neck, causing a shiver to run up my spine. “Do twenty squats. Keep your shoulders straight.”