I pulled into the parking lot a Luke’s gym feeling like a new woman. Part of me still couldn’t believe that it actually worked. Was I really about to take off from work and spend a wild two weeks with one of the sexiest and most famous athletes in the world?

Yep.

Was I going to take the bar when I got back and finally get my ass out of the basement?

Double yep!

I walked by the girls at the front entrance, this time without giving them as much as a second thought.

“Do you even work out here?” One of the asked as I passed.

“This gym’s about to close ladies. Have a good night.”

I said it without looking back and didn’t care when I heard one of them call me a cunt under her breath.

Luke was stepping out of his office just as I rounded the corner. I planted an open hand in the middle of his chest, shoving him back inside. The door swung closed behind me.

“Whoa. What’s gotten into you?”

I walked him back toward his office chair. He sat down, intrigued.

I straddled him and planted a long, passionate kiss on his full lips. His rock hard erection was barely concealed beneath his mesh gym shorts.

“I’m guessing things went well?”

“Unbelievable,” I said.

“Jones let me take off early AND said he didn’t have a problem with me leaving for so long.”

“I told you. You just needed a little push.”

“I’m so excited. I can’t wait. I have to go shopping, get my hair done, tell Kaitlyn. Oh my God, it’s gonna be so fun.”

“Calm down, kitten, you’ll have plenty of time to do all that. First things first, though. You look amazing in that getup. I never knew it but I think I might have a thing for the professionally-dressed woman. Your ass is amazing, but those heels take it to another level.”

He grabbed two handfuls of my butt and massaged.

“I want to thank you for bringing me with you. I know it’s not something you would normally do.”

“Don’t worry about what I would normally do. All that matters is that you’re coming with me. I’m gonna make sure you have plenty of time to relax. You’ll experience more on this trip than you have in your entire life.”

I let my hands slip under his shirt. His skin was taut over his rippling muscles.

“Is this office… private?”

“Yeah, it’s private. But let me go make the rest of the gym private because I don’t want you to feel self-conscious about your screaming.”

He lifted me off of him and set me down on the desk. His shorts poked out in a tent and I wondered if he was going to do anything about it before going out front.

It didn’t seem to bother him.

Less than a minute later he was back with the good news.

“All clear,” he said. “Everybody’s out and the door is locked.”

“Even the girls who hang around by the front entrance?”

“They were the first to go. I made sure to slam the door extra hard when they started to complain.”

I tugged his shirt over his head to reveal his incredible form.

“You’re in a hurry today, aren’t you?”

“I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Kick your shoes off and come here.”

I did as I was told, letting him catch me in an embrace at the edge of the desk.

“I think I’m starting to get attached,” I whispered.

“Good. Because I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

My fingers traced over his defined chest while he went at my neck.

“Don’t be gentle,” I whispered.

It was all he needed to turn into a wild animal.

Luke tore at my blouse as I worked nimbly to undo the buttons. I was able to slip it off my shoulders just before he ripped it to shreds.

I reached into his shorts and took hold of his yearning tool. I stroked him eagerly as he shoved a hand down the backside of my skirt and played with my pussy.

Luke slipped one finger into my slickened slit. I felt the blood surge in his cock the second his fingers found their mark.

“Fuck me. Right now,” I pleaded.

He withdrew his hand from between my legs, placing it on the desktop.

“You asked for it,” he said, with a devilish grin.

I felt like nothing could stop me when I was with him

Luke didn’t even bother to undo the hook on my bra, instead pulling it down to my midsection. With forceful hands he spun me away from him and shoved me over the desk.

“I like it,” I groaned through pursed lips.

He yanked my skirt up over my hips and tugged my underwear down to my knees. I waited there, precariously perched over his desk as I listened to his shorts hit the floor.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh at the top of my butt as his raging cock bounced between us. He let it slap down a couple of times against me before grabbing hold and manipulating it against my lips.

He ran the length of my folds with the head, teasing me into near submission. I tried to push back into him but he moved away. letting my wiggling backside chase him.

He took a fistful of my hair with one hand and pinned me to the desk with the other. When he lined himself and entered without using anything to guide his member, my knees buckled inward so hard I almost face planted.

Luke moved against me expertly. I could feel every inch as it slid in and rubbed against my spot. He increased the intensity slowly but relentlessly.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh…”

We created a perfect friction between our parts.

“Ungh, ahh, ahh…”

My moans grew in both volume and quantity as he fucked me harder and harder.

“Oh my gawwww…” I bawled.

He finished me off with a rhythm of powerful thrusts that almost sent me right through the desk.

I came first. My body didn’t know what to do. I tried to scoot free of his weight to let the wave wash over me, but he held firmly.

Luke pounded harder, causing the bursts of pleasure going on inside of me to amplify.

My drenched pussy could hardly contain him as he came to orgasm. He popped free and held himself against one of my butt cheeks as he shot his hot load against my back.

I dripped with satisfaction as he collapsed on top of me.

“That was incredible,” I said, in between pants for air.

“You’re incredible. I thought I was going to break you.”

He slipped an arm around my waist and held on tightly. His hard body felt nice against my soft butt.

“What now?” I asked.

“Now, we shower.”

He got to his feet and lifted me high above his head and over his shoulder, just like he had the other night. I pulled my skirt the rest of the way over my head and was able to kick my underwear off of my foot before he could get me beneath the water.

I tensed as a cold stream hit him in the chest and splashed against my side. I let him lower me down just as it started to warm.

We spent the next twenty minutes washing each other with hot soapy water. It was the first time I’d been able to really take my time with his body. I tried to get to know every bit of him.

Freshly showered, we made our way back toward the locker room. He wrapped me in an oversized towel, then fitted one around his own waist.

“I guess I should find my clothes,” I said coyly.

“Hang on, I have just the thing.”

He ran out front and came back with a set of women’s workout gear. A black shorts and tank top combination that actually fit my style. It was the right size, too.

“Where in the world did you get that?”

“Picked it up for you this morning. Now you can’t tell me you have nothing to wear when I ask you to go for a run with me.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m running with you. I wouldn’t last five minutes.”

“I bet you would do better than you’re giving yourself credit for. Either way, try them on.”

“What, right now?”

“Yep. And right there. I want to watch.”

I took the tank top off the hanger and held it to my face. I loved the way new clothes smelled. I pulled it down over my head. It fit snugly.

“Perfect,” he said. “Now the bottoms.”

This man had just taken me on his desk, then showered with me, but for some reason I was still nervous to dress in front of him.

“The way you put clothes on is sexier than the way most women take them off.”

He knew just how to give my confidence a little boost.

I stepped into the black spandex jogging shorts and pulled them up over my butt. They felt good.

“You look like an athlete now,” he said. “I like it.”

“I hope so, it feels like I hardly have anything on at all.”

“That’s the point. It lets you be free in your movements. That’s important when you’re working out.”

It was my turn to watch him as he slipped into a pair of jeans and collared shirt that he had hanging on his door.

“My place or yours,” he asked.

“You have the time?”

“I’ll always have time.”