Free Not My Type by Chrystal Vaughan

thighs.
"Of course I do! I love our workouts at home. I know it's not much
of a workout for you, but I appreciate that you do it for
me."
    "Well, what the fuck then? If you want
to go to the gym, why not come with me to ToneUp?"
    "It's just that...I don't
want to go to ToneUp because I can't stand the thought of all those
hot girls staring at you. I mean...I know they do anyway, but it's
worse, somehow, if I can actually see them doing it."
    His brow smoothed a little
and he smiled at her. "Baby, you know I don't even see those women
like that. They're clients. Nothing more. You are the woman of my
dreams."
    She kissed him, grateful for his
loyalty to her in the face of toned bodies and female hormones
swirling about him all day at work. Her reasons for her request
were valid, however. "But also, Claire's gym has a pool, and it's
only for women. I just think...I'd be more comfortable there. For a
couple of days a week, just to use the pool; I still want to work
out with you in the evenings," she persisted.
    He thought about it for a few minutes,
holding her close and stroking her hair where it cascaded down her
back. She leaned into him, comforted by his touch and relieved he
didn't seem too upset. His voice rumbled through his chest when he
replied, reverberating in her ear. "Okay, I can see that. But if I
get a pool installed at my gym, will you come there
instead?"
    She pushed away slightly and grinned
at him. "Baby, if you install a pool, I'll come anywhere you
want."
    "You dirty, dirty girl," he whispered,
his voice roughened with desire. "I love that about you." He
reached for her, wanting to take her back to bed, a whole different
kind of workout on his mind and libido. Hands on her hips, he
ground himself into her backside, but she slipped around to face
him. He grinned; all the better to ravish you, my dear, he
thought.
    She kissed him soundly but before
things could heat up too much, she wriggled from his grasp, tossing
a lighthearted, "Thanks babe!" his way before heading to the
shower. She missed the stunned expression on his face: Elsa had
never, ever rebuffed sex with him before, in any way. She knew the
signs of when he wanted her, the way he touched her, the way his
voice changed. And yet, she'd walked away, even though she knew
what she was starting with that flippant comment. He shook his head
to himself and tried to dismiss it. Maybe she was sore from last
night and didn't want to say so. He snorted in the empty kitchen;
if she thought she'd get away that easy tonight, then she had
another fucking thing coming, didn't she?
    He left for work that morning rather
than the afternoon, knowing that Elsa had the day off, reminding
her that he'd be home for lunch. His smoldering gaze left little
doubt what he'd prefer to have on the lunch menu. He delayed his
arrival at the gym, however, stopping by Jordan and Claire's to
talk to her a moment about taking Elsa to her gym. For the same
reasons Elsa mentioned, Claire didn't go to ToneUp and work out
with Jordan either. Jordan seemed cool with it, so Joe was
determined not to make a big deal of it to Elsa.
    "Just keep an eye on her, don't let
her overdo it, okay?" he implored.
    "Of course, Joe. I'll make her go
easy," Claire reassured him.
    He and Jordan left for ToneUp and
Claire left shortly thereafter to head over to Elsa and Joe's
place. Spike went off like a small wind up toy when she let herself
in but she knew where the treat jar was and soon had him literally
eating out of her hands.
    Elsa eased into the living room,
embarrassed and covering herself with her towel as much as
possible. Claire noticed her unease, but did her best to reassure
her. "You look great! Is that the bathing suit we bought last year?
I've never seen you wear it." Her own bikini clad body was hidden
beneath a sweat suit; April at the Pacific Coast was still very
cold.
    Elsa removed the
towel. Oh, well, she's going to see it
anyway and it's not like she can't tell you're fat, dummy, she