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his own set to load on more weights.
    “You need a spot?” she asked, sidling up to
him.
    He didn’t even look at her. Not the reaction
she was expecting. Courtney wasn’t the type of woman that got
ignored, at least not in her own gym. Unfazed, she stepped between
him and the mirror, getting a good look at his face for the first
time.
    Alex–Vlad’s kid all grown up. His think dark
hair had been bleached out and chopped into a harsh buzz cut that
accentuated the slant of his brown eyes. His mother had been
half-Chinese or was it Japanese, or maybe Korean. She couldn’t
really remember. Alex Kafelnikov had never been of any interest to
her until now.
    The kid had been training hard and packing
on the muscle. He looked like a cute little roid rage all ready to
happen.
    Exactly what she needed to forget about
Dalton men, at least for an hour or so.
    He yanked out an ear bud and snarled,
“What?”
    “Do you need a spot?”
    “No, I got it.”
    He hefted the bar across his back, stepping
away from the squat rack to start his set.
    Undeterred, she stood behind him for a
maximum view of his ass flexing and clinching with each rep. As he
racked the bar she pulled her t-shirt even tighter, knotting it
around her midriff to play up the line of her abs and the already
impressive swell of her breasts.
    “Can you spot my next set?” She asked,
hoping to sound coy.
    He looked around the deserted gym like he
was hoping to find someone else to use as a scapegoat. Seeing that
he was her only option, he nodded.
    She added two more twenty-five pound plates
to the bar and laid down on the bench taking her time getting just
the right grip.
    “Isn’t that a lot of weight for a girl?”
    “That’s why I need some help getting it off
the rack,” she lied.
    One hundred forty-five pounds wasn’t even a
challenge for Courtney. Still she pretended to struggle with
balancing the weight, causing him to hover over her at the perfect
angle to admire the view of her pecs in action.
    She pretended to ignore the bulge in his
shorts and let him rack the bar,. To further tease him she asked
for a couple more ten plates just to drag it out a little further.
This time he held his hands under the bar, ready to grab if she
lost control. On the last rep she pretended to struggle, letting
him take the bar from her again.
    “Want me to add a couple more tens?” he
asked, obviously ready to play long with her game.
    “Sure,” she said, taking up the challenge to
un-rack the bar herself and blast off a quick eight reps.
    “I knew you were faking.” Alex finally
cracked a smile. “I’ve seen you train with Bryson.
    The gym had been the only place, other than
the bedroom, or anywhere else they fucked, where Courtney hadn’t
wanted to use her extensive martial arts training to kick her
brand-new ex-husband upside the head.
    “Is there anything else I can help you
with?” he asked.
    “Go ahead and finish your last set.” Just to
be a bitch, Courtney added a couple of twenty-fives to his bar.
“I’ve got your back.”
    Alex accepted the challenge, hoisting the
bar onto his back and grunting his way through the first few
reps.
    “No cheating, take it lower.” Courtney
teased, pushing him to keep the last few reps in perfect form.
    As soon as the bar hit the rack Courtney
pressed her chest into his back, snaking her arms around his waist.
The word subtle had never been part of her vocabulary.
    “Wanna fuck me?” she said with the same
casualness of asking for a spot.
    “Are you serious?” Alex met her eyes in the
mirror.
     
    ***
     
    “ Oooh that’s it -- come on
and fuck me -- harder dammit – harder.” Courtney demanded. “Yeah --
give it to me.”
    If this was a dream Alex never wanted to
wake up. He had Courtney Dalton bent over the desk in her office
fucking her brains out.
    He pulled back and smacked her perfect ass.
It hadn’t taken him long to figure out that she liked it rough --
hard and rough. He slammed his cock in her