“Ohhh, it's that famous trainer that everyone's always talking about,” Megan says. “He's so yummy!”
He certainly is. I wasn't expecting Chad to be back for a couple more days. It's been two months since the last time we talked, but I've peeked at his social media a couple times and didn't think he was coming back for two or three more days. Megan's not kidding: Chad really does look amazing.
For the past two months, I haven't been able to get him off my mind. Even though I'm sure Chad's been banging every skank with a pretty face and a nice ass from coast to coast, I still haven't been able to stop thinking about him. It's crazy but I can't help it. We only went out a couple of times but he made such an impression on me that it's impossible not to think about him. Everything about Chad drives me wild. Just seeing him right now has my body breaking out in goosebumps from head to toe.
“Come on, Megan,” I say. “I'll walk you to the front desk.”
“Uh huh,” she replies. “You're not fooling me. You just wanna get a closer look at that handsome piece of man meat like everyone else. There's no shame in it, Emma. He's ridiculously sexy.”
“That's not why I...” I start saying but stop myself. “Okay, maybe I do wanna get a closer look at Chad.”
Megan and I both laugh. We start walking toward the front desk and about halfway there, Chad looks up and our eyes meet. Instantly, my knees get weak. The man's got a power over me unlike anything I've ever experienced before. A hot flash washes over me. As if no time has passed, I'm right back under Chad's spell. And he hasn't even said a word to me, yet.
“Ohhh,” Megan says, “I think he likes you, Emma. He's looking right at you.”
My client's words go in one ear and out the other. I'm too lost in my own head, thinking about Chad to respond. She picks up on it quickly and continues talking.
“Wait a minute. You two know each other, don't you? You're looking at him the same way he's looking at you. Do you guys have something going on between you? I shouldn't ask. It's really none of my business.”
“A while ago,” I answer. With every step that brings me closer to Chad, I feel like my heart rate doubles. “We had our moment a few months ago.”
“Well, the way he's looking at you tells me he wants another moment right about now. Go talk to him. I'll show myself out, Emma. Thanks again for everything. I'll see you soon.”
“Keep up the good work, Megan. I'm proud of you.”
Chad breaks free of the small crowd surrounding him and starts walking toward me. The whole time, he doesn't break eye contact. Megan continues toward the exit, but I change course and start walking toward Chad. Every step feels like an eternity. I'm more nervous than I've ever been, but for no good reason. All I'm doing is saying hi to a guy I dated a couple times. But it feels like so much more. Maybe I just want it to be more.
Every step brings Chad closer to me. He looks absolutely amazing. His skin is always bronzed but he looks more tan now than ever. The tone of Chad's skin brings out the blue in his eyes even more. The man just oozes sexuality from every pore of his meticulously-crafted body. I don't even want him to talk to me. I just wish he'd tear my clothes off and plant me right here in the middle of Fit World. What am I saying? No other man on the planet could bring these kinds of thoughts out of me. Chad does it effortlessly, somehow. And if I'm being honest with myself, I love that about him.
I take the deepest breath I can without it being too obvious. Chad's only a few steps away from me now. Time feels like it's standing still and my body gets heavy. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was in a dream. This is very real, though. And in about two seconds, it's gonna get even realer.
“Hello, Emma,” Chad says with a smile, stopping in front of me. His voice sends a tingle down my spine.
“Hi, Chad. How are you? How was your trip?”
“Come on, Emma. You know me: I'm always good! The trip was un-fucking-believable. I'd love to tell you all about it sometime. How about you? How've you been?”
“I've been good. Just doing my thing. Helping my clients and whatnot. I actually just had a session with my very first client, Megan. You probably don't remember, but I told you about her the first time we went out.”
“Yeah, you said she reminded you of yourself a lot and that it would mean the world to you if you could help her lose weight. How's things going with her?”
I can't believe he remembers what I said about Megan. That's exactly what I said. I remember that first date like it was yesterday. And I thought for sure that Chad wasn't really listening to me. Especially when I was rambling on about how I saw myself in Megan and really wanted to help her. Here we are two months later and he remembers what I said, word for word. Chad always manages to surprise me in the most unexpected of ways.
“She's doing great. Thanks for asking. I gotta go do my notes for her in my office while they're still fresh in my memory. You wanna come with me to my office so we can keep talking? I'd love to hear all about your trip. If not, though, I understand. You just got back and probably have a million other people you wanna say hi to.”
“I'd love to tell you about my trip. Let's go.”
Chad walks with me to my office. I feel like I'm floating on air, walking next to him. It's a short walk and we're both silent until we get to my office. As soon as we're in and the door shuts behind us, Chad takes both of my hands into his and pulls me close to him. I wrap my arms around him, locking the door behind his back. We look into each others' eyes for a few seconds without speaking. If a picture is worth a thousand words, a gaze from Chad Taylor is worth a million.
“I've missed you so fucking much,” he says.
“I've missed you, too,” I reply.
“Have you met anyone since I've been gone? Are you seeing anybody?”
“No,” I reply. “I've been so focused on myself that I haven't been on a single date since you left. You?”
“Honestly?” he asks.
I don't respond. I just give him a look.
“If you want the honest-to-god truth, Emma, I'll tell you.”
“Of course I want the truth, Chad.”
I know I'm not gonna like what I'm about to hear. When someone asks, “Honestly?” the answer is never good. I can't even begin to imagine what Chad's gonna say. With his lifestyle, nothing would surprise me. Maybe he's gonna tell me he had sex with a different woman every night. Or maybe he's about to tell me that he got married to some fitness babe in Vegas. Whatever Chad's about to tell me, I'm almost positive that I won't like what he has to say.
“The truth – the honest-to-god truth – is that you're the last woman I was with.”
Or maybe he'll say the one thing I actually want to hear. I can't believe it. Is Chad telling me that he hasn't had sex with anyone in two months? That's impossible. This is Chad Taylor we're talking about. Well-known philanderer. Ladies man. Maybe he's lying to me. Maybe Chad's telling me what he knows I want to hear. I find it hard to believe that he, of all people, has gone months without sex. It just doesn't make sense. Why? How? What reason could he possibly have?
“What do you mean? I don't get it. Are you telling me that you haven't been with a single woman since you left? You haven't had sex with any of the gorgeous fitness models you've been around for the past two months?”
“That's exactly what I'm telling you. I haven't had sex with a single woman. Not even a blowjob. Not even a nice tug. I honestly haven't even kissed – other than an innocent peck on the cheek here and there – a single woman. I've been a fucking saint. I'm like Gandhi, but with more muscle. You believe me, don't you? I wouldn't lie to you, Emma.”
“I don't understand. Why? Or why not, I should say? Why haven't you been with anyone? You're all about fucking tons of beautiful women everywhere you go. Why didn't you have sex with anyone while you were away? I'm sure you had plenty of sexy babes trying to get with you.”
“I'm not gonna lie: I did have women coming on to me the whol
e time. But I wasn't interested in any of them.”
“Why not?”
“Because there's only one woman that I give a shit about. I thought about her the entire time I was away. As much fun as I had, as much as I love traveling and meeting my fans, I couldn't get her off my mind. She's the only one I wanna be with.”
Okay, Chad's either talking about me or this conversation's about to take a really weird turn. I can't believe it's because of me that he didn't have sex with anyone for the past two months. My heart is melting. My knees are weak. For any other man to go two months without sex might not be such a big deal. But this isn't any man we're talking about. This is Chad Taylor, famous fitness model. He can get any woman he wants. But he's telling me he doesn't want any woman: He wants me. And that drives me absolutely fucking wild because I want him just as badly.
“Just so we're clear...” I start, but Chad interrupts me.
“You. Yes, Emma, I'm talking about you. Just to be clear, I haven't been with anyone else for the past two months because I couldn't get you off my mind. You're the only woman I wanna be with. Everything about you is beautiful and exciting to me. You're not like other women, Emma. You're one of a kind, like a fingerprint or a fucking snowflake. I've never met anyone that made me feel the way you do. I don't wanna be with anyone else. I just want you.”
Chad's words are music to my ears. My knees are so weak that I'm amazed I'm still standing. For the past two months, I've thought about him every single day. I must've played out a million different scenarios in my head of what would happen when he returned. Of all the things that could happen, I never would've guessed that this would happen. I'm so happy right now that I feel like I'm gonna float right off the ground.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Chad
I'm done trying to fight my feelings. I know what I want. And what I want more than anything is Emma. I've had two months to figure out how I feel. Since the last time I saw her after our wonderful night together on the beach, I've thought about Emma every single fucking day. Seeing her now, having Emma right here in front of me just makes me want her even more. She's so fucking beautiful. Sure, there are plenty of hot, sexy, and cute women in the world. But I've never met someone with such outer and inner beauty as Emma. She's one of a kind and I want her all to myself.
She looks so fucking good. I can't take my eyes off her. Emma's even more gorgeous in person than she's been in my mind for the past two months. I just wanna rip her clothes off and fuck her right here in her office. The shades are down and the door is locked, not that I care. I'd fuck Emma in the middle of Fit World right where everyone could see us. I don't give a fuck. She's more conservative, though. It's yet another thing that I like about her. Emma's a bit reserved. Shy, even. Not like all the fitness sluts that constantly throw themselves at me. Emma's different in every way and it drives me fucking crazy in the best possible way.
“You have no idea how good that makes me feel,” she finally answers after a long pause. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either, Chad. I thought for sure you'd forgotten about me and were fucking your way around the country. To hear that you feel the same way about me that I feel about you... Well, it makes me happy, Chad. Really, really happy.”
“And you make me happy, Emma. Really, really happy. Happier than any other woman's ever made me feel. I know we've only been out a couple times, but it's enough to know that there's something special between the two of us. Something real. I'd be an idiot not to see where it goes. But right now, I'm not thinking about our future. All I can think about is how fucking sexy you look.”
Before Emma can reply, I grab her face and start kissing her, wildly and passionately. Her lips taste just as delicious as I'd remembered them while I was on the road. She wraps her arms tightly around my body and I push hers against the wall. With every passing second, my cock gets harder and harder. Two months is a long time. I feel like a volcano that's long overdue for a serious eruption.
“I missed you, Chad,” she says between kisses.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I reply, then grab Emma's ass. “Every inch of you.”
“Then why don't you give me every inch of you.”
Now I'm as hard as a rock. Emma and I begin tearing each others' clothes off in the middle of her office. My adrenaline's pumping and I can practically feel the testosterone coursing through my veins. I want her. I need her. With every article of clothing that comes off, Emma looks sexier and sexier. Before long, we're both completely naked.
“I don't know how it's possible,” I say, “but you look even hotter than I remember.”
“Not you,” she replies.
“Oh?”
“You're exactly as sexy as I remember,” Emma says and smiles.
I pull Emma's gorgeous body against mine and we start kissing again. With our lips locked, bodies entwined, we step our way over to her desk. I'm about to throw all her stuff off of it, but she grabs my arm and stops me before I do.
“Wait, wait, wait!” she says.
Emma carefully moves her computer and a few other important items off her desk.
“Okay,” she continues. “Now you can dramatically wipe everything off the desk like we're in a movie.”
“Awesome. I've always wanted to do this.”
With one wild swing of my arm, I push everything off the desk. It's incredibly satisfying. My eyes meet Emma's and we both laugh. Then I pick her up and plant her ass on top of the desk. After another quick kiss, I spread her legs and get between them.
“Ever have sex on a desk?” I ask.
“No, but I'm guessing you have.”
“I haven't, actually. But I've always wanted to.”
“You wanna know something?”
“What?”
“I've fantasized about this exact scenario, you coming into my office and having sex with me on top of my desk.”
“Oh, we're not having sex right now. We're fucking. It's been two long, lonely months.”
“Call it what you want, you handsome fitness stud. Now stick that rock-hard cock inside me.”
Emma grabs my dick and pulls it to her pussy. She rubs the tip up and down the lips, getting it nice and wet. I love it when Emma gets aggressive and takes the initiative with me. It turns me on beyond words. I know that she's probably never been that way with any other guy and I love it. I bring it out of her and that drives me fucking wild.
I press my cock into Emma's pussy and we both moan at the same time. I've missed the sound of her sexy bedroom voice. Well, office voice in this case. My cock slides right into Emma's wet pussy. After giving it a few gentle thrusts, getting my cock nice and lubricated with Emma's delicious juices, I start fucking her hard.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans.
Our eyes meet as I'm fucking her on top of the desk. I've missed this woman so fucking much. Not just the sex, though. Definitely the sex, but not just the sex. Everything about her drives me wild. She looks so sexy laying on her desk, legs wrapped around my body, taking my cock in and out of her pussy. I know that I won't be lasting very long and I'm okay with that. Emma's got another client coming in soon and I've got clients of my own to see this afternoon.
As much fun as I always have on the road, it's good to be back. Back in town, back with Emma, and back inside Emma. I'm experiencing a new level of happiness that I've never felt before. And it's not just because my dick's sliding in and out of a gorgeous woman. This is real, all-around happiness. For the first time in my entire life, I feel whole. Complete. And also like I'm gonna bust a nut in about two minutes.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Emma
I wanna scream at the top of my lungs. I wanna ball my eyes out. I wanna laugh like a maniac. Every possible emotion that a woman can have is whipping through me like a hurricane. Chad Taylor - Chad-Fucking-Taylor - went two months without getting laid because of me. If that doesn't say something, I don't know what would. I honestly can't t
hink of a grander gesture coming from Chad. If he can go sixty days without having sex to show that he cares about me, I can open myself up to him and give him a chance.
Right now, I'm really opened up. I'm laying on my desk getting drilled by my handsome fitness hero. My mind is racing, thinking about everything, but I do my best to silence it and stay in the moment. I've been fantasizing about getting fucked by Chad in my office for months and now it's finally happening. Our eyes are locked together and, for a moment, it almost feels as if we're one. I'm loving every second of this.
Chad pulls out and drags me off the desk. He effortlessly spins me around and bends me over it. I love it when he takes control like this. He's a man who isn't afraid to just take what he wants and I love that about him. I can't wait to explore more dominant and submissive things with him in the future. Right now, though, we don't have time for that. We're simply fucking.
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