Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1)
two
forty-five-pound plates onto each side, as Victoria looked on while
stretching from side to side. This was a total of two hundred and
twenty-five pounds, of which Brian could normally do two
repetitions. But that was generally after a few warm-up sets at a
lower weight. It was twenty pounds short of his maximum, but he was
in the mood to impress Victoria, so he figured he would start
there.
    She moved to the yoga mat, about ten feet
away, and watched Brian in the mirror as he lay back on the weight
bench and prepared to lift the bar from the rack.
    After adjusting his hand position, he
glanced over at her as she worked herself into the
downward-facing-dog yoga position, her string-covered ass staring
back at him. She held the position, and she looked great.
    Brian exhaled deeply, lifted the weight off
the rack, and brought it down to his chest. He heaved it back up
for one good repetition. Feeling strong, he steadied the weight
above his chest, preparing for his second rep, and looked toward
Victoria again, just as she was adjusting to a position with her
legs spread. At that moment, her bikini bottom came untied on one
side and slipped from her hip, exposing a gorgeous view of half of
everything she had. Brian’s eyes widened. He brought the bar down
to his chest a little harder than he intended, and he seemed
powerless to push it up.
    While Victoria remained preoccupied with
grabbing the loose string of her bikini bottoms, he made grunting
noises. Looking at him through her knees, she realized he might be
in trouble. She quickly straightened and rushed to him, as the
other side of her swimsuit bottom became untied and fell from her
body. She stood next to him, unsure what to do, considering she was
completely nude from the waist down and only a foot from his
face.
    Brian again struggled to lift the weight
from his chest and failed, as he looked right into her beautiful
midsection.
    "Help me!" he finally blurted out.
    Shaking her hands in a panic, she paused to
think. Then lifting one leg over him, and straddling him—her naked
parts just six inches from his face—she grabbed the bar with two
hands and attempted to lift it away from him. He looked directly at
her womanhood and froze. He didn’t or couldn’t attempt to help her
at all. Instead, he stared as if he were in a trance. She struggled
once more before losing her balance and falling back, landing right
onto his groin and causing him to yell out in pain.
    It was at that the moment that Jillian
walked into the room. She spotted Victoria nude from the waist
down, sitting on top of Brian as he fought to balance the weight on
his chest. Jillian rushed over.
    "Victoria, what the hell are you doing?"
    "I’m trying to help him."
    "Why are you naked?" Jillian asked.
    "I’m not naked—not completely anyway,"
Victoria insisted.
    "I told you to stay out of the pool."
    "I didn’t go in. I swear."
    "Then why can I clearly see your nipples?
Your top is soaking wet," Jillian said curtly.
    "I, uh, was hot, so I used the spray
bottle."
    Jillian glared at her, since that was a
clear violation of the spirit of her no-using-the-pool rule.
    Struggling to speak, Brian groaned, "GUT HIR
UF ME!"
    Jillian heard something, but she couldn't
make it out. She leaned in close to him, and he tried again.
    "Get. Her. Off. Of. Me."
    "Oh." Jillian gave Victoria an annoyed look.
"Could you get the hell off him?"
    After getting to her feet, Victoria moved
away from the bench, while Jillian got behind Brian, in the proper
spotting position. She counted to three, and together they returned
the bar to the rack. Still lying on the bench, Brian breathed
deeply.
    Jillian glared at Victoria. "Why were you
giving him a lap dance?"
    "I wasn’t," Victoria shot back.
    "And why aren’t you wearing bottoms?"
    "They fell off when I was doing some
stretching," Victoria said casually.
    "Maybe because you’re not wearing anything
close to proper workout attire?" Jillian looked down at the
still-uncovered

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