Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Heat rushes up my cheeks and I’m suddenly feeling a little breathless. I take a sip of my mocha just to buy some time as my heart races.
“He asked for me specifically?”
Nicole smiles bright.
“He did. So what do you say, hon? Should I tell him you’d be happy to see him again?”
I nod my head a little too quickly as my cheeks flush red.
“Yes. I’d be up for that.”
“Wonderful,” Nicole coos. “I’ll let you know the details once I confirm with Mr. Cooper. Thanks for being a good sport, hon.”
“No prob.”
My manager hangs up then as I just stare at my phone. Little does Nicole know, but I loved being with Sanford. The assignation last night wasn’t a painful jerk fest. Instead, it was a sensuous, intimate session where I was treated to the best sex of my life.
Even more, I can see my reflection in my phone screen and the cheesy smile taking over my face is absolutely ridiculous. Yet I can’t help it because I’m excited to see Sanford again, and I can’t wait to see what our next rendezvous will bring.
6
Hulk
* * *
Waiting to find out if Chrissy was going to accept a second date made me feel like a teen boy ready to cream his pants while asking a girl to a junior high dance. Which is ridiculous because I’ve never been nervous about shit like this in my life. Even in middle school, girls were already beginning to flock to me, drawn by my large size and charming grin.
But now, the date has arrived and there are butterflies in my stomach as I wait outside the gym. Imagine that: butterflies! The great Hulk is nervous about meeting a woman, and I shift my weight from foot to foot, my heart racing.
Then again, I should be calm and cool because gyms are a big part of my life. This is the place where I feel most at home, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call the gym my second home. Yet, I’m nervous and check my watch again. It’s still early. Chrissy will be along soon enough.
Meanwhile, I glance up at the huge building because Reformation isn’t your average New York City boutique gym. Instead, the place is fancy. It’s located at Union Square and occupies the second level of a tower filled with an eclectic mishmash of tenants. The gym itself isn’t huge, but they’ve got everything an athlete might need, including cryotherapy chambers and massage rooms. Of course, exclusivity is key. Given the four figure monthly fee, only a select few are able to afford the rates, and as a result, I’m guaranteed privacy and discretion.
Suddenly, Chrissy appears and my heart rates zooms up even further. The curvy girl looks absolutely delicious in a tight pink sports bra which shows off her enormous bust as well as pink skin-tight leggings and cute pink sneakers, of course.
“Hey Sanford,” she smiles breathlessly. “Am I late?”
“Not at all,” I growl, my body already hardening in her presence. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
I hold the door open for her and we ascend one flight before turning into the gym’s lobby. It’s small but ornate, with a jewel-box feel. The walls are a dark blue, and the receptionist greets us with a smile.
“Mr. Cooper, so nice to see you again,” burbles Lindsay. “I see you have a guest with you today?”
“Yes. Can I get a guest pass please?”
Lindsay nods, her blonde ponytail bobbing, and soon, we’re all ready to go. But as we stride into the main area of the gym, Chrissy stumbles on something, and her big bottom brushes against the front of my gym shorts.
“You okay?” I growl, seizing her elbow to keep her steady.
She nods and begins to speak, but then her words stop as she looks down. I know what the sweet girl is seeing. I’m in loose gym shorts, but even the momentary feel of her juicy curves pressed up against my crotch did its work, and my shaft has hardened a bit. In my gym shorts, you can literally see the tip of my rod poking out a bit at the knee, and her eyes go wide.
“Oh, um,” Chrissy stammers before her words trail off. She tries to hide it, but there’s no disguising the way her cheeks turn hot pink, suddenly matching her workout gear. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn shorts that are barely long enough to cover the tip of my cock, but then again, what am I supposed to do? I’m built huge and can’t control my bodily reactions when there’s someone sassy and lush like Chrissy around. Finally, she gets her wits together.
“Um, nice muscle shirt,” she manages to squeak before swallowing hard.
I smirk. Her attempt to cover up what really caught her attention isn’t lost on me, and her cheeks flame as we look at each other.