by CORY CYR
I already knew she had been beaten down about her size. Did I want to become just another person saying she was large and needed to develop self-control to keep off the pounds? I’d had sex with her. Was there a way I could still be the one who helped her reach her weight loss goals while still desiring her sexually?
Another rule in the toilet. I rarely fucked the same girl twice unless the sex was amazing. And last night had been beyond description. Tegan had turned me into a rule breaker, but would she be willing to breach them with me?
Chapter Fourteen
Tegan
I tugged on my oversized pink shirt and white-knuckled my bottle of water as I headed to my workout session with Kai. I had spent thirty minutes with Margo doing Pilates and deciding how to handle what had happened. The best plan was probably to ignore the events of last night. I was sure he would be onboard with that. No doubt, along with the horrible hangover, he was feeling self-condemnation. I’d seen the employees and the women using the “fit” pool. I knew what he coveted, and it wasn’t me.
I didn’t know what happened. One minute I was being helpful, and the next I was helping myself to him and great sex. This was going to be mortifying, having a one-night stand and seeing him every day.
Kill me now.
Honestly, I didn’t want to forget last night. Even though I hadn’t had sex for many years, I supposed it was like riding a bike—a very large bike. I felt different, euphoric.
My hand quivered as I came closer to the door.
“Good morning,” I said as I put down my things.
I couldn’t help but look in his direction. His shorts revealed muscled thighs that bulged with every step. His gaze caught mine, and we stared at each other. I watched him move across the room and check the door. My body shivered with expectation as he pulled off his shirt. I felt powerless standing there. Kai was clearly sober, and I knew what was about to happen. But I couldn’t say no because I wanted it, too. The soreness I felt was now soothed by a rush of wetness. I looked around, floundering. Nervous.
“If you’re searching for a light switch, forget it. Tegan, I’ve already seen all of you.” He bragged as he wet his lips. “And if I was repelled, I wouldn’t be willing to break yet another rule.” He started moving closer to me.
“Wait. You have rules?” I asked.
“Yes, a few, ones I managed to transgress last night. Poof, out the window. I could use my intoxication as a reason, but you were very seductive.”
“Wait a minute. You started it. I was only trying to be a Good Samaritan,” I insisted.
He moved so quickly; before I knew it, he was inches from my face.
His hand gingerly touched my cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for. I was the forward one. Liquor has always boosted my confidence. But I’m clear and sober, and the only regret I have about last night is not fucking you twice.”
“You need your ego boosted?” I asked, taunting.
He pulled the clip from my messy bun so my hair would fall. “God, you have beautiful hair to match that gorgeous face.”
He backed me up until I hit the far wall, widening my legs with one of his. I could feel his erection as he ground it into me, sending sweltering heat to my core.
“I guess you have nothing to say about the rest of me. I’m just another overweight woman with a pretty face and nice hair.”
Kai licked the shell of my ear, then nuzzled my neck with his tongue. My nipples strained against my sports bra, and I had to bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan.
“I’m sure you could do better than me. I feel like a charity case. You don’t have to do this.”
“You’re right. I don’t have to. I want to. It’s all I thought about before going to sleep—that I had made a mistake by not fucking you again. And I brought this.” He paused as he flashed me a condom, then pulled the shirt and bra over my head.
I crossed my arms over my breasts as embarrassment flooded my cheeks.
“Yes, I could do some other woman. But what I want now is another taste of what we did last night. I know you don’t want to deny me, Tegan. Let me have you again.”
Before I could even offer a response, his mouth crushed mine. Our tongues intertwined as our breathing increased to panting.
He stopped, kicking off his shorts, then tugged at my waistband.
“How sore are you from last night?” he asked as he pulled down my capris, along with my panties. There was a sense of urgency as he spread my lips and fingered my clit. “Christ, you’re soaked,” he remarked as he licked the tip of his digit.
He was breathtaking. The mushroom head on Kai’s hard cock beaded with precum as I fisted it. His one hand immediately captured mine as the other gripped the foil packet and he ripped it with his teeth, then pressed the lubricated condom into my palm. With one hand on top of mine, he guided me to stretch the sheath on his length. Then he spun me to face the wall.
“I want you to feel all of me when I’m inside you.”
I gasped loudly as he slipped between my lips and began to thrust. He released my hand as he reached around me and cupped my breasts, kneading my nipples as he continued to push inside me.
“God, you feel good,” he said, his voice strained. “Put your hands above your head on the wall and push back onto my dick.”
His hands held me in place while he plunged deep. I’d had many men, but I hadn’t been pleasured by a man in such a long time.
Be honest—at least with yourself.
I couldn’t even recall any man gratifying me sexually. Even my ex-husband had made our sex life feel like an X-rated movie. I always went through the motions without any kind of release, at least mentally.
Kai made me aware of every stroke as my body responded to the pulse of electricity coursing through me. This sex was raw, unbridled, leaving me exposed to an intensity I’d never felt. I sensed a searing ache beginning between my legs, which meant climax. I struggled to keep my orgasm back as I clenched his swollen flesh. My pussy responded with a quiet strumming as I arched backward. We were both fighting for oxygen as a scream erupted from me, my release reaching its peak. My skin tingled, and my body writhed with a flush of heat. Kai’s fingers were bruising as he dug into my hips, holding me in place as he grunted, climaxing.
“Fuck. Even with a condom, that was phenomenal,” he croaked, placing a kiss on my collarbone. He stepped back, pulling out, and I almost sobbed at the loss of fullness.
I grabbed my clothes to cover myself as I watched him toss the used condom into the trash. He discarded the liner and replaced it with a new one. A used condom in the trash might require an explanation, and I was sure he didn’t want to justify having sex with someone like me.
“It’s not what you think. The clients are off-limits. It’s one of the rules we all agreed to when we began this venture. We’re single men and we enjoy sex, so we had to come to some kind of arrangement about women.”
I smiled because it wasn’t what I had thought. Of course, he could have just told me what he knew I wanted to hear. “What about your other rules?” I asked.
“Those are immaterial, made by a self-absorbed younger version of me. I have quite a few, but not using condom last night was irresponsible.”
“Yeah, I wondered about that. Us having sex was so unexpected. I suppose condoms might have been an afterthought on both our parts,” I stated as I sat on the sofa, attempting to put my clothes back on. “I guess screwing the old porn star isn’t something you can brag about. I mean, since I’m a client. I’m sure you have concerns about not using protection last night. So let’s hear it.”
I could tell he was stalling, contemplating how to phrase his question. I guess he didn’t want to offend me, especially after we’d now had sex twice.
“It’s my fault really. I mean, I knew—”
I’d managed to get my shirt on, sans bra, and cover my crotch with the rest of my clothes.
“Stop, I already know what you’re going to ask. Frankly, I don’t blam
e you. I was known for gangbangs and blowjobs, so obviously I could have a million diseases. Damn, you’re probably shocked I’m still alive.”
His posture stiffened. “Shit, Tegan, I just wanted to sound responsible. I would think you’d want to know about my sexual history.”
I laughed sarcastically. “Is it as colorful as mine? I’ve always used condoms. The porn industry required it. Since they aren’t foolproof, I was tested every week, which was another industry prerequisite. My husband and I had sex… obviously. But when I found out he was sleeping around, I denied him any request for sexual activity. I was so paranoid after I found out what he was up to that I got tested for years after we were done. And as far as knocking me up, never going to happen. I’ve been on the pill forever because my periods are either crippling or nonexistent. Your turn.”
His expression told me he was flabbergasted. “I’ve used rubbers ever since I had a bad experience as a teenager. I honestly don’t know what happened last night. I haven’t gotten that tanked in three years, which is no excuse for putting us at risk. I apologize if I came off sounding accusing. It wasn’t my intent.”
He walked over to me, still naked. I was amazed and profoundly jealous that he was so comfortable in his own skin. But if I looked like Kai, hell, I’d walk around nude all the time.
He sat next to me. “I guess we should start our session, no warm-up required.” He chuckled, arching a brow.
I reached over and touched the single curl that dangled free of the rest of his hair. His lips brushed my mouth as his hand cupped the back of my head.
He broke the kiss. “I don’t know how this is going to work. We shouldn’t do it again in here. We could easily be caught, and that would be detrimental for us both. I’ve already broken the condom rule and another by sleeping with a client. But I want you. I thought two times would satiate me, but it hasn’t. Being with you is different. Unique.”
I snorted. “Kai, I’ve seen your employees. I know what your preferences are, and that doesn’t include me. I’m plus-size, and your BMI chart clearly states I’m overweight. Why the hell would you want me when you can have someone younger, thinner, and athletic? It doesn’t make sense. Is this about Reese, because trust me; the man’s a jerk and has zero chance of screwing me, even though he said he’d take me as is. I wouldn’t have to be thin.”
He was pissed. His lips thinned as a tick began in his jaw. “Believe me. Reese will be dealt with. And I’m not demanding you lose weight for me. I need you to do it for you. Let that be the driving force to get healthy. Find an alternative to those cupcakes. When you want one, come find me, and we’ll do naughty things.”
I laughed heartily. “We’d be screwing all day,” I whispered.
“I’m not opposed to that. It’s a good way to burn off calories. Next time, you can be on top.”
“I don’t get why you’d want me. You already fucked the retired porn actress.”
“If I could explain my reasoning, I would. Just say you’re in. Our liaisons have to be stealthy. No one can find out due to legalities, not because I’m ashamed. I need you to believe that. Now go to the bathroom and get dressed. We need to do at least two hours of sweat-producing exercises.”
It was my turn to arch a brow. “I already did Pilates on top of having sex with you. Doesn’t that count?”
“Pilates, yes, but us having sex… I can’t write that on my clipboard. Now scoot,” he said with a devious smile.
I literally ran to the bathroom. Clothing was my armor. I needed each piece back in place.
Having an affair with Kai was ludicrous. I knew it in my bones. I would get hurt. The man would cause me irreparable pain. I hadn’t even fully recovered from my past, and now I was setting myself up to add yet another disastrous situation to the mix.
But I couldn’t say no to him. I didn’t want to. Someone had finally lifted the fog from my vision and guided me out of my shell. Currently, if I had to choose between a cupcake or him… I already knew how the dessert tasted, but I’d only gotten a sample of him. Kai Addison was too delicious and tempting not to at least give him a lick.
Chapter Fifteen
Kai
I had Tegan ride the bike, run on the treadmill, and work on different machines, including the leg press. She then did about twenty sit-ups on a bench, overhead ball squats, and we finished our session with several different rope exercises. In the weeks ahead, I wanted to prepare for the obstacle course.
“Holy crap, I’m tired,” she announced, her skin dripping with perspiration. I handed her a towel and a bottle of water. “How is it you hardly break a sweat? I’m here wheezing, and you’re breathing normally. Are you trying to kill me? Because then we can’t fuck… Well, unless you’re into that.”
I snorted. “You won’t die. I promise. After a while, all this will be easier. Every day you’re getting stronger and losing weight.” He bent toward me. “And I want you very much alive. Necrophilia isn’t my style. Maybe we can do some pool exercises later this afternoon.”
“Pool exercises. Is that what the kids are calling it now?”
I choked between gulps of water. “Why, Ms. Scott, what are you insinuating.”
“I hadn’t even thought about water aerobics until I met you,” she confessed.
“I actually do mean exercise of the aquatic type. We can burn off more calories after dinner.”
Aren’t you too hung over for all of this? That’s a long agenda you have there,” she inquired as she picked up her bag.
“I’ll be fine after I take another ten aspirins,” I quipped. “I’ll see you after lunch, poolside in my penthouse.”
“If you’re sure. You did have a lot to drink last night, and we just finished quite a workout. Then I did all those exercises plus Pilates.” She snickered.
“Very amusing. I’m known for endurance. Even though I haven’t gotten drunk like that in years, booze combined with sex is hardly new to me. I’ll recover without issue. You needn’t worry about me. I’d rather you prepare yourself for unrelenting orgasms. Among other things. You haven’t been properly fucked until I go down on you.”
She hastily walked to the door. “I guess I could say the same thing. I mean, I haven’t sucked your cock yet.”
Christ. As she closed the door behind her, I had to adjust my dick. The woman was dirtier than I imagined. She was definitely a worthy sexual opponent.
* * *
I changed into board shorts and a clean shirt before I made it to my office. The light made my eyes hurt and I still had a headache, so I closed the blinds halfway. This was one of the many reasons I’d stopped power drinking, because I hated suffering the next day. I sat in my chair with my feet kicked up on the desktop. Maybe I should take a nap or eat something. Possibly both. I had a few hours until my next session with Tegan.
I knew it was wrong to continue and there would be repercussions if we were exposed, but being inside her felt too good. We hadn’t yet had an opportunity to explore our other sexual tastes. And there would be hell to pay if Reese ever went near her again. I wanted her for myself; she was too captivating to share. I already knew Jasper would never go for it, and for that fact, neither would Tegan. She more or less indicated that her gangbang days were over, and I would never ask her to do that. I planned to keep that part of my life hidden from her.
“So how goes it?” Reese asked as he and Jasper strolled in. “And why are the lights off? Trying to save on electricity? You’re rich, remember?” Reese remarked.
My eyes squinted at the sound of his voice. “Hangover,” I replied quietly.
Jasper appeared surprised as he sat on the sofa. “You got drunk? How the hell did that happen? You normally control yourself when it comes to alcohol.”
“I got loaded. Some overly expensive aged whiskey I think.”
“I hope it was worth it. Did one woman service you, or was it a community fuck fest?” Reese asked on a laugh.
“Hell, probably. The night is rather a blur.”
I’m not about to tell them the truth.
“Something must have set you off. I haven’t seen you pissed in three years. You’re all right? There isn’t something we need to be worried about? Normally, a big evening for you is pussy with a glass of wine or a few beers. Whatever caused you to go overboard, I hope it was a onetime deal and it’s not going to become a problem again. I suppose you’re paying for it now? I’m sure Reese can cover for you if you need the afternoon off,” Jasper offered.
I shook my head. I trusted Jasper, but I didn’t want Reese anywhere around Tegan. “I appreciate the suggestion, but I’ll be fine. Don’t be concerned. This isn’t going to become habitual. However, we need to discuss something besides my lack of sobriety.” I pinned Reese with an angry stare. “You and I need to talk about your apparent disregard of respect toward a client.”
He stuck out his chin in defiance. “Tegan. She tattled on me?” Reese scoffed nonchalantly.
Jasper appeared confused. “What’s going on? You didn’t do something you weren’t supposed to do?” he asked Reese.
I stepped in verbally before Jasper started an entire conversation on the rules. “It’s not what he did; it’s what he said. I heard you were quite rude. Tegan didn’t get specific, but we spoke at length at this morning’s session. She appeared upset by your words. You know this is why we came up with our rules. Reese, she’s a client, and she’s paying for our guidance and help, not to be propositioned by one of the founding members. I’m sure her turning you down ticked you off, but just let it go.”
You’re such a hypocrite.
“Jesus, Reese, you made sexual overtures to a paying client? Understand this. Tegan Scott is a wealthy businesswoman. Word of mouth has been the downfall of many businesses. I’m not going to allow you to tumble all our hard work just because your cock has no manners. Although her past was rather provocative, I have it on good authority the woman didn’t come here for sex. She is here because she’s overweight. Our goal is to guide her in the quest to obtain a healthier lifestyle. It’s one thing for us to chat and joke about it, but it’s an entirely different scenario for you to act upon it.