Taken at the Gym: Andrew's Taboo (Public Temptation Book 1) Read online

  Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Thanks

  Sneak Peek

  About

  Public Temptation Volume One

  Taken at the Gym:

  Taboo Andrew

  By Jessica Jewel

  Copyright © 2017 Jessica Jewel

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior consent of the author.

  Cover image: Daniel Algarve

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  One

  "It's not that simple."

  Julia shook her head while finishing up the email, attaching the spreadsheet and hitting send. She locked her computer and whirled around in her office chair to face Allison, standing over her with her arms crossed.

  "It really, really is," Allison said. "Swipe right. Start chatting. Start screwing. It's that easy."

  Julia began tossing belongings into her bag: smoothie jug, cell phone, the list of software licenses she still needed to go over. "And when am I supposed to go on these magical bone-dates? In case you haven't noticed, I practically live here now."

  Her hand sweep encompassed the entire office, on the forty-fifth floor of a Chicago skyscraper. It was 8:25pm and already dark outside. It had been dark out when she got into the office that morning, too.

  "I'm headed to a Tinder date right now," Allison said, raising an eyebrow. "You're leaving. You could do the same, if you only gave it a try."

  "I'm going to the gym." Julia hefted her bag, and Allison followed her down the row of desks.

  "The gym?" Allison made a choking noise. "You should be doing something relaxing."

  "The gym is relaxing. For me, at least."

  "Whatever you say."

  Julia rode the elevator down, listening to Allison go on and on about the men she'd been meeting.

  *

  It was easier back when Julia went to the gym before work, bright and early when they opened at 5:00am, the world silent and still. That left her evenings free to do whatever she wanted. But now that she was coming into the office at 6:00am to get a jump on the reports before their meeting with the east coast branch, she didn't have enough time to squeeze in the gym.

  So now she went at night.

  It was a different experience in the evenings, a different crowd, a different feel. Julia walked into the EverFit Gym and nodded at the front desk attendant, the only employee working that late. The main room with all the cardio equipment--treadmills, ellipticals, exercise bikes in orderly rows--didn't have enough occupants to field a basketball team.

  I enjoy the near-solitude, Julia told herself as she hopped onto a treadmill to get her blood flowing. No creepy guys staring at me the entire time. As she began jogging, brunette ponytail swinging back and forth with each stride, she repeated the mantra in her head to convince herself it was true.

  Once her blood was hot, she hopped off the treadmill and headed to the weights, secluded in a separate area just off the cardio room. It was never occupied this late at night, which was one of the nicer things about switching up her schedule, she supposed, but...

  She stopped.

  A man occupied one of the benches, on his back, grunting while bench pressing an obscene stack of weights. The muscles of his arms practically popped with each set, thick and strong, pushing the bar as if it were a toothpick. He finished his final set with a victorious groan, racked the bar, and then rose into a sitting position. He was shirtless, and a tangle of curly black hair fell over his face, which he wiped back away from his eyes with a hand.

  His eyes widened when he saw Julia.

  "Oh my god, I'm sorry," he said, quickly reaching under the bench to grab a tank top. "I know shirts are required, but mine chafes like hell, and nobody was here..."

  "It's alright," Julia said, realizing she'd stopped in the middle of the room. He probably thinks I'm offended. "Seriously, I don't mind."

  He pulled the tank-top over his head, torso forming an unbelievably perfect V-shape. "Don't want to get in trouble," he said, flashing a white smile.

  Julia found herself smiling along with him as she headed to her station.

  The squat rack faced the wall, but the entire wall was a giant mirror, giving her a view of the weight room behind her. She did a quick warm-up set and loaded her weights, eying her new friend in the mirror the entire time. He kept his gaze on the floor, breathing heavy while preparing for the next set.

  Julia stepped underneath the bar, feeling the metal against her shoulder blades as she hefted the weight and took a step back. And as she engaged her hips and began her first squat, she caught her new friend stealing a glance at her ass.

  Julia went to the gym for a lot of reasons. She wanted to stay healthy, and fit. The rush of endorphins one got from exercising was great too, the body's natural hormones kicking into gear. And going to the gym gave her a relaxing routine, the only constant in her crazy-and-getting-crazier work life.

  But just then, thighs parallel to the ground and ass sticking out, Julia realized she had another reason: I want men to look at me.

  Her ass looked good. She knew it; she admired herself in the mirror every morning, a daily confidence boost. She could feel the muscles in her cheeks pressing against her yoga pants, tight and firm, and seeing this guy staring at it, appreciating it, sent a tingle up and down her spine.

  The man pulled his eyes away, laying back down to begin his next set of bench press.

  Maybe it was Allison bragging about all her Tinder hookups. Maybe it had been too long for Julia herself. Or maybe it was the fact that she was exhausted after yet another long day, and that it felt good to drop her barriers, to finally be the pervy gym voyeur instead of on the receiving end.

  While doing her squats, Julia stared at the man in the mirror while he did his own exercises. His body was lean with muscle, not too bulky, reminding her like Brad Pitt in Fight Club with his hair wet with sweat and blood trickling down his lips. Julia allowed her mind to wander as she got lost in the motions of the exercise, imagining herself touching him, gently at first, feeling his warmth.

  Down she went, thighs parallel with the ground. Then she engaged her quads and pushed back up into a standing position.

  And then her imagination was in control, and she was pressing her body against his, straddling him, leaning down to kiss him and push her tongue inside his mouth to taste what he tasted, and at first he was surprised and shocked at what was happening, but then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close and kissed her back twice as hard.

  Up she went with the weight, rep number six. Down again.

  She pushed against him to break the kiss, not to stop him but to reach down to his shorts, pushing them away enough to reveal a cock as hard as the bar he'd been benching. She tore at her yoga pants because there wasn't enough time to take them off, she couldn't waste a second, and she tore a hole and squatted down on him over the bench, his cock finding her lips perfectly, forcing up into her pussy in one smooth motion, and they moaned together for a moment while savoring each others' feeling.

  Julia focused on the man benching in the mirror, breathing as hard as she was, but for an entirely different reason.

  In her mind she rode him with her legs spread wide, feeling all of him as she went up and down. He tried to sit up to kiss her but she pushed his chest down against the
bench, because she was in control, this was her workout and she would do with him what she pleased, and he grabbed her ass, the ass she'd been chiseling for months here at the gym, and guided her up and down as she fucked him.

  "Harder," the man begged. Julia obliged him, crashing down on his cock, receiving every inch of it as she rode him into the bench. He was moaning loudly, surely someone else in the gym would hear, but she didn't care because the only thing she could focus on was grinding against him, squeezing his dick inside of her as she moved closer to the edge, rising with him, and he roared with pleasure just as she--

  "Sorry again."

  Julia blinked. The man was standing next to her squat rack, holding his workout bag in one sweaty arm. Stitched into the bag was the name: Andrew.

  "Didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I promise it won't happen again." Andrew gave her an apologetic smile, and his eyes were green emeralds underneath a curtain of curls.

  Julia leaned forward to rack the weights. "Not uncomfortable at all."

  Red-faced and breathing like she'd run a marathon, Julia watched Andrew leave.

  Two

  "Really? That'll be the fourth time this week."

  Allison and Julia shared lunch in the company cafeteria, the only break they'd get that day. Julia made her face into a mask of innocence.

  "I guess."

  "What's gotten into you? Normally you go twice, and jog in Grant Park the other days. When are we going to have another girl's night?"

  She was right: Julia had been finding excuses to go to the gym almost every night this week. Andrew was there each time, rotating through the free weights in the lifting room.

  And every night, Julia fantasized about Andrew fucking her in a different station.

  "I've been motivated lately," Julia said, trying to sound nonchalant. "And I need to burn off some energy after work." Allison gave her a skeptical look.

  "You need to burn off some energy by finding someone to bang."

  The nightly walk from Julia's downtown loft to the gym had become a strange march of anticipation, the excitement building up with every step. She nodded at the bored girl at the front desk and headed straight for the weight room.

  Andrew stood in one of the squat racks, the bar held high overhead with a 45-lb weight clipped into each side. His gaze turned toward her in the mirror, finding her, greeting her with a smile of warmth and giddiness.

  "Hey there!" she said, giving him a wave.

  He racked the weight, then turned toward her. He wiped the sheen of sweat from his face. "Whatcha got tonight, Jules?"

  He'd been calling her that since she introduced herself on the second night. It drove her wild. He has a nickname for me.

  Julia put down her bag in the corner and flashed her most flirtatious smile. "Deadlifts, bent-over rows, and weighted lunges. Three sets of twelve for each."

  "Twelve reps, geez. You must have a lot of stamina." He grinned and turned back to his weights.

  Is he flirting with me? They'd been greeting each other the past few nights, saying a few more words each time, working their way up like awkward highschoolers. And he'd been watching her work out, growing more obvious each night, staring with lust in his eyes.

  Or was it just Julia's imagination?

  She began stretching, making sure to position herself so he could watch her in the mirror. She wore a thong to the gym now, to make sure her ass really popped in her tight pants. It was like foreplay: Andrew watching her stretch before she did the real weights, his hungry eyes helping to get her wet before the real fantasizing began. She could see him in the mirror on the opposite wall: he couldn't take her eyes off her ass. She loved it.

  She remembered Allison's words: you need to burn off some energy. There were no cameras in this room--Julia had checked.

  And they were alone. A butterfly scurried in her stomach.

  "Need a spotter?" she found herself asking.

  Andrew blinked, momentarily surprised, then shrugged. "Yeah, I could use one. I'm doing overhead press near my five-rep max."

  You didn't need a spotter for overhead press; if you failed a rep, you just brought the bar back down to the rack. Julia knew that. Andrew knew that, too.

  Yet he'd said okay anyways.

  Feeling mischievous, Julia walked up behind him in the squat rack. "I'm right here if you need help," she said softly, stepping just close enough to brush up against his shorts. She could sense him tensing. Had she made a mistake?

  "Okay," he said, grabbing the bar and beginning his reps. Even under his tank top, the muscles in his upper back rippled with lines of strength. With each motion of pressing the weight over his head, he rocked back and forth of the balls of his feet ever so slightly, enough to constantly bring himself in contact with her, just the tiniest brushing of his back against her breasts. She steadied her breathing, though each touch was like a jolt of electricity. She could smell him, not just his deodorant but actually smell him underneath it, musky and sweet and sweaty all at the same time.

  "Five," he exhaled, returning the weights to the rack. He turned around and leaned away from her.

  "Geez, I can barely overhead press the bar," she said, sizing him up.

  "It's a tough motion. Building up your shoulder muscles is hard."

  "Very hard," Julia cooed.

  Burn off some energy, Allison's words taunted her.

  "I don't think I'm spotting you properly back here," Julia said, dipping underneath the bar to put herself between the mirror and the weights. She nodded with a sly grin. "Yeah, much better angle here."

  "I, uhh, think so too."

  Andrew seemed more awkward than normal, but Julia forced herself to stay there. They'd been flirting for days. This was just the natural progression. He picked up the bar and held it against his clavicle, the bone barely visible above the tan skin and muscle underneath. With a nod he pressed it over his head in a slow, strong motion.

  Do it, Julia told herself. She inched forward, letting her arm dangle in front of her. As Andrew brought the weight back down and pressed again he leaned forward, his crotch brushing against her fingers.

  His eyes widened, but he said nothing.

  She looked across the room; from this station, nobody in the cardio section of the gym could see them. Now's your chance. This wasn't who Julia was, but she liked this version of herself, bold and forward and strong and sexy. With each press she let her fingers brush against his bulge more, and by the fourth set Andrew was rock hard, his tiny running shorts failing pitifully to hold back his erection, and there was nothing he could do but continue the workout while Julia stared into his green eyes and imagined him fucking her, shoving her against the mirror and pushing inside of her pussy with each rep, grunting with exertion, his sweat mingling with hers until they were one rippling, cascading body.

  Panting hard, Andrew dropped the weights back onto to the rack. He licked his lips and stared at Julia, a question in his eyes.

  Julia had the answer.

  She squatted down, pulling aside his shorts until his cock swung out, and before she could talk herself out of it she took the head in her mouth.

  He moaned loudly, enough that she almost worried someone might hear. But then she was sliding down his shaft, squeezing her lips around him as she went up and down, reps on an exercise machine for a completely different muscle.

  "Jules, oh my god," he moaned.

  Julia sucked on his head and pulled away to say, "You like that?"

  He answered with a grunt, his eyes squeezing shut as she took him in the mouth again.

  Someone could walk in at any moment, but instead of terrifying Julia it multiplied her excitement, the thought that they could get caught at any moment. She reached down to feel her own wetness, humming a moan into Andrew's dick while she blew him, their public act adding urgency to the job, and she ran her lips over him faster, and faster, taking him deeper into her mouth each time, almost gagging on him, and her fingers moved faster over her clit as it bu
ilt.

  "God, yes," he whispered behind a shuddering breath. "You feel so good."

  "Mmm hmm."

  He grabbed the back of her ponytail and squeezed, needing her, and his hips began moving back and forth. Julia imagined him inside of her in a different way, spreading her lips and pushing into her pussy, in and out with each rocking motion, and she groaned with his cock halfway down her throat and he answered with a moan of his own.

  "I'm gunna come," he said. He tried to pull away, a move of uncertainty, but Julia wanted all of him, and she pulled her hand out of her pants to grab his ass with both hands, squeezing the meaty cheeks and pulling him close, demanding he not pull away. It was like a bomb went off; Andrew made a noise deep in his throat, growing into a roar, and his strong hands grabbed the sides of Julia's head and thrust one final time.

  She looked up into his eyes with a look told him yes, yes, give it to me as he erupted, blasts of come hitting the back of the throat, shuddering gushes that almost brought her over the edge herself, and she took all of him without letting go as he tensed, and slumped over, and began to relax.

  Finally she pulled away, wiping her mouth and swallowing him as if it never happened. "That's one set. Two to go."

  He laughed at her cheesy joke, and she giggled with him, feeling silly and vulnerable and powerful all at the same time.

  "Oh my God, Jules. That was incredible."

  "I'm serious," she said, leaning over to look toward the entrance. Nobody had noticed a thing. "You've got five minutes to recoup before--"

  A phone rang on the other side of the room, a low insistence. Andrew yanked up his shorts and pulled away from her lingering touch, jogging over to his bag. He looked at his phone and groaned a different groan.

  "I'm so sorry, but I have to go."

  Before she could say anything he ran from the room, leaving Julia standing in the squat rack with confusion on her face.