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Title: Gym Junkie
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Red Hot Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le Photo: Michael Stokes
Release Date: September 23, 2018
Blurb
Weâve all done it, salivated
Over a guy at the gym, imagined the unimaginable.
Wanted what we canât have.
Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession.
Every night like clockwork heâs there.
Every night like clockwork Iâm ready.
Iâm not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing and
heâs exactly the kind of man that does.
Heâs as sexy AF.
Dominant as all hell.
Built like a machine.
And when he turns up at my work
My worst f**king nightmare.
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Excerpt
I swipe my key through the door scanner. Itâs 9:35 p.m and Iâm late. After not wanting to come at all, and deliberating the whole thing for over an hour in the shower, Iâm finally here.
Iâm not really sure why, but what the hell. It canât hurt, I suppose.
I walk into the gym and take a look around. There are a few guys working out at the back, plus a girl on the treadmill.
Great. Heâs not even here.
All that over-analysing for nothing
Damn it.
After making my way onto the treadmill I start walking. I turn up the speed and begin to walk faster. I suppose Iâll have to actually work out then. What an anticlimax. I spent over an hour psyching myself up to be here, and he doesnât even show up.
Fucking typical.
All men piss me off.
Oh well, itâs his loss.
Turning up the speed, I begin to jog, getting lost in the repetition. But when I look up into the mirror, I see him. There he is. Heâs sitting on the weights bench in the corner, and flashing a slow sexy smile my way. Heâs wearing a white T-shirt and navy sports shorts.
My stomach dances with excitement. I force him a smile, and then I look down, pretending to be uninterested.
God, heâs soâ¦.
Heâs probably just a prop in this place. Thatâs what I would do if I owned a gym: pay gorgeous guys to hang out and make the girls swoon. It makes good business sense, thatâs for sure.
I run for fifteen minutes, and he does weights as he watches me. To be honest, I wish he would look away because Iâm dying over here. I canât run for this long naturally. Iâm totally showing off. I may go ass over tit at any moment and skin my knee to the bone.
One man finally leaves the gym, and then five minutes later the other one follows. The group of guys walk out the back, leaving only one woman in the gym who is doing sit ups. His eyes trail over to her, and I wonder is he thinking the same thing as me.
Buzz off, woman. Why are you in the gym so late, stupid?
I stop running and bring the treadmill back to a walking pace. I wipe my face with my towel, grateful when the lady packs up her things and leaves through the front door.
Brockâs eyes find mine in the mirror and a dark smile crosses his face.
Shit. My heart begins to beat faster. I keep walking, and he stands to make his way over to me.
âHello,â he purrs.
I smile goofily. âHi.â Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I canât even pretend to be cool.
He puts his hand over mine on the handrail, and I feel an energy zap between us.
âIâve been thinking about you all day,â he says.
My eyes hold his as my stomach flips. âY-you have?â I pant.
He nods slowly, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second.
âWhat were you thinking about?â I ask.
âI was thinking that I need to talk to you in private.â
God, is he for real? âIs that so?â I look around the empty gym. âIs that why you had to wait for everyone to leave to come and talk to me?â
âWell, I didnât want anyone to be suspicious of the two of us talking the other night in the bathroom.â
âTalking?â I smirk. âIs that what you call it?â
He smiles sexily, and my stomach clenches yet again. Donât smile at me like that.
âYes.â He pauses as he rolls his lips, as if amused. âIt was a very stimulating conversation.â
I smile as I continue to walk.
âFor some more than others,â he adds.
Unable to help it, I laugh. âYes, it was a very stimulating conversation that we had the other night.â
His eyes hold mine. âDid you enjoy it?â
Whatâs it going to be? I get a vision of Simon last night with that girl.
Sink or swim.
âI did.â Our eyes are locked. âVery much, actually.â
Oh, this guy makes me want to be a dirty whore.
Satisfaction flashes across his face and he licks his lips. He runs his hand up my forearm, his eyes following his touch. âI have something else to tell you.â
I act surprised. âYou do?â
âI do.â
âWhat is it?â
âI canât tell you here, Pocket.â His eyes rise to my lips.
âWhy not?â I feel the burn of his gaze.
âItâs private.â
He takes his hand off my arm, and it causes me to frown. I hate the loss of his touch. âSo, where do you want to tell me this private information?â I ask as I play along.
âWe should probably talk where we talked last time.â He rolls his lips to hide his smile, he likes this game.
âReally?â I widen my eyes.
He nods slowly. âReally.â
I continue to walk on the treadmill.
âSo, Iâm going to go into the discussion room now.â
âThe discussion room?â I widen my eyes and laugh. âYou are something else.â
âI know,â he chuckles, and then gestures up to the ceiling. I look up, following his direction.
Thereâs a cameraâ¦
Shit.
âIâm going to go into the discussion room, and in five minutes, you should do the same.â
âBut, theyâll see us?â I whisper.
âNo, they wonât. Once you come into the bathroom, you just have to stay in there for five minutes. If we donât enter or leave together, the tapes wonât be looked at. Not unless there is an incident and they have to be watched back.
âOh.â I frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag. I walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me that itâs not even funny.
Iâll just go and talk to himâsee what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
I would never do this. I am not the sort of girl who meets up with guys in a public bathroom. My eyes flicker to the hallway as my excitement runs through me.
Am I?
I hit stop on the treadmill with my heart hammering in my chest. I take my towel and drink bottle, and then I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the camera at the end of the hall positioned so it shows all of the five bathroom doors clearly. I drop my head to hide my face.
As long as I donât walk back out, he said Iâm fine.
God, if anyone ever knew I was doing this, Iâd die.
I walk to the end door and take the handle in my hand. I pause for a moment and close my eyes. My heart is banging, and I look back up the hall one more time. Should I go? No. Just do it.
I open the door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn around.
The room is filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked in the shower when he turns to face me.
His large shoulders and chest have soap over them, and his hair is already wet. His stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between his legs.
He smiles sexily. âTook your time, Pocket.â
Oh, dear God. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
âBrock!â I frown as I stare at him. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
I glance back to the door, damn it. I canât leave for a few minutes.
He looks at me casually and rubs the soap in across his chest. âTaking a shower, what does it look like?â
âYouâre incredible.â I shake my head in disgust. âIâm leaving right now.â
âWhy?â He gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the side. âTaking a shower is a perfectly natural thing. I wanted to be clean for our conversation.â
Bastard.
âYou want to have a conversation with me with,â I gesture to his groin, âwith your dick hanging out.â
He looks down at himself, and then back up at me. âDoes my dick offend you?â
âYes,â I gasp. âYour dick offends me.â
I glance down again. That is the most beautiful dick Iâve ever seen. Okay, sure, I havenât seen many, but Iâm still sure itâs the most perfect one there is. For fuckâs sake, this guy is so over confident, I donât even have words to describe him, and why the hell is it turning me on?
This is un-fucking-believable. How on earth did I get myself into this situation?
Brock continues to rub soap over his chest, eventually lathering his groin area up, too. I have to concentrate on not looking down again.
âWhy?â he asks.
I frown. âBecause⦠becauseâ¦â I look around as I search for the right choice of words. âItâs the assumption you make that I am comfortable with you being naked when Iâm not.â I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. âIâm so not.â
âIf it makes you feel more comfortable, I am completely fine with you taking your clothes off, too.â He shrugs casually. âYou know, for our discussion.â
I smirk. Of all the hide. âYouâre an idiot.â
He smiles that sexy smile again, and I feel my insides begin to melt. âI prefer to think Iâm just honest.â
âHow is this being honest?â
âWell.â He pauses as a moment as he soaps his groin up again.
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