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  “I’m sorry to cut today short. I’ll see myself out.” With that said, she picks up her pace, and I watch her like a hawk until she’s out of view.

  I hear the front door close, letting me know she’s left. I lean down gently on the back of the sofa and run my hands over my face and up into my hair, blowing out a huge breath.

  Shaking my head, I finally move and head out the gym, but not before I grab the sheets of paper Remme left me with instructions regarding what I need to do day-to-day when she’s not here.

  Heading out to the sun lounge in the back, I start to flip through the notes. I don’t know why I bother because my head just resorts back to Remme: the feel of her skin touching mine, the way she played with the pen between her lips, the seductive look in her eyes when she gazed up at me from under her lashes, unaware she was even causing me discomfort in my shorts…

  Just like now. I can’t control the movement of my hand as it makes the journey beneath my waistband.

  Leaning back on the lounger, I get myself comfy then pull the front of my shorts down just enough for my dick to spring free, the cool breeze hitting the tip of me. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I slowly start to bring my palm up towards the head and back down again. I close my eyes and lean my head back as flashes of the few encounters, I’ve had with Remme play over and over on repeat. I feel the moment my dick begins to stiffen more, and my heart begins to pound in my chest, every stroke I make intensifying my pleasure. The more I stroke his ego the dirtier my thoughts are getting. Images of Remme naked beneath me, above me, riding my dick, tied up, bent over… Fuck, anyway I can. I’m so close, I can feel myself pulsing against my hand.

  “Fuck… Remme!” Her name spills from my lips with ease. It feels so God damn real.

  “Oh, shit!”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Remme

  THE way I abruptly called it a day was so unprofessional but I think it was definitely necessary. If I had stayed a second longer, I’m almost certain I would have let him kiss me. I’m fully aware that we didn’t start his exercises I had planned for him, after my questioning but I couldn’t get out of Isaak’s house quick enough, I was about ready to jump on his lap and ride the shit out of him, which is absolutely ludicrous and definitely unprofessional, but the burning, fiery feeling I get whenever I’m around him is off the scale. It’s almost comical. I’m fully aware that I find myself attracted to him, who wouldn’t, but the unspoken, nearly unexplainable pull of desire I have for him is becoming dangerous. He’s knocked me sideways, and when I’m around him I can’t think straight and completely forget where I am—more importantly who I am. The fact that this particular boxer is now my client, is very, very bad news. He’s insanely hot and screams all kinds of bad vibes—vibes that leave me so intrigued I fear I won’t be able to think of anything else beyond him and his dark and mysterious looks. He’s going to consume my every thought; I just bloody well know it.

  I can’t let him have such a massive impact on me.

  As much as I find myself wanting to become corrupted by him, I can’t. It’s not professional. I have a job I need to do—a job I know I will give my all to, no matter how hard it’s going to be and I now know it’s going to be torture. This magnetic pull he has on me needs to be extinguished, sooner rather than later. How I’m going to do that I haven't a clue, but this is just instant attraction that’s all—a lust filled bubble I need to pop once and for all.

  Who am I kidding?

  This man is insanely beautiful: big bright eyes that feel like they instantly see into my soul; a mouth so dirty yet cheeky, I want to kiss my way across… The thought has my heart beating louder and my core throbbing faster.

  I throw my bag into the back of my car and shut the boot. I’m just about to jump in the driver's seat when I realise, I’ve left my phone on the treadmill in the gym.

  “Bollocks.” I slam my car door closed with so much force I am waiting for my window to smash. Luckily it doesn't. I march back up the path and knock on Isaak's door. I really don't need to be going back inside. I’d been barely holding onto my self-esteem as it was. I’d been ready to ask him to take me right there and then in the bloody gym of all places.

  I contemplate whether or not I can make do without my phone until tomorrow, but I know I can't. There's important stuff on there I might need, so I suck it up and wait impatiently for him to open up. After a couple of minutes, I feel like giving up, but as I step back from the door, I notice a gate on the far side of the house. I'm guessing it will lead through to the back.

  I huff to myself for the inconvenience, even though it's my own fault. If I hadn’t been so lost in Isaak, or the fact that I’m pretty sure he was about to kiss me, I would have remembered to pick my damn phone up in the first place.

  I quickly make my way towards the massive double wooden gate, thankful that it's not locked. Part of me feels like I'm trespassing, but my need to get in there and back out fast pushes that thought out of my mind.

  I can't hear anything as I walk down the side of the house, and it feels like the path goes on for days. I finally see the glistening of the water in the outside pool as the sun bounces off it.

  “Thank fuck,” I say quietly in the eerie silence, but my feet stop walking as I round the corner and see Isaak laying down on one of the sun chairs out here. He's still shirtless showcasing his downright ridiculous yet irresistible muscles off. I'm jealous that the sun gets to kiss his chest and I don't.

  I open my mouth to make myself known, but I get the absolute best shock of my life when I see what he's actually doing. I literally hit myself in the face as I throw my hand over my mouth to stop any sound escaping. The gasp that would have slipped from my lips would have most definitely interrupted his… Shit, I don't think I can even say it.

  He's out in the open, eyes closed and his head is rolled backwards, resting on the back of the lounger.

  I squeeze my thighs together to get some friction to my throbbing core. This man does all sorts to my head, never mind my body. I watch in pure ecstasy as he works away on his obscene manhood.

  I find myself moving forwards, inching that little bit closer. I don't want to startle him and cause him to stop. I need more, to see more and feel more. I can now hear every moan and grunt he’s making, and when I see the muscles in his arms and abdominals ripple with the look on his face, I know he's close to finishing.

  “Fuck, Remme.”

  Oh God, he's thinking of me whilst he's masturbating...

  I move on instinct, and before I can stop myself, I'm on my knees in front of him. I run both my hands up his legs, and using my right hand, I slide it underneath his and take over, gliding my hand up and down his length.

  “Oh, shit!” He lifts his head up and looks down at me through heavy eyelids. The pure animalistic lust I see in his eyes has my knickers soaking wet.

  I know what he needs, what he's craving right this moment, so I don't disappoint.

  I slowly lower my head down to his solid cock, never taking my eyes off his. I stick my tongue out and lick him from his balls, all the way up to the tip of him, before I open up my mouth and hollow my cheeks as I take him into my mouth.

  He reaches out and takes a hold of the back of my head, grabbing a handful of my ponytail and wrapping it around his hand. He pulls my hair slightly, not enough to cause me pain but enough to have me moaning. The vibration in the back of my throat works wonders for him. I start to move my head up and down while my other hand works the base of him.

  “Yes. Just like that. I'm so close Remme,” he grits out through his teeth.

  I can feel him pulsing inside my mouth. Knowing he's so close to his release, I bring my mouth back up to the top and use my tongue to play with the tip of him for a couple of seconds before I take him all the way to the back of my throat. I hear him hiss as he uses the grip he has on my hair and rams himself further in my mouth. I let him take over complete control, to use and abuse me in an
y way he wants to reach his release.

  “Fuck...fuck, I'm going cum,” he roars, loosening the hold he has on me so I can finish him and work him over the edge.

  Seconds later his legs jerk and he's emptying himself in my mouth; I swallow every last drop of him. I withdraw my mouth from around him with a pop, licking my lips and wiping the corners of my mouth with my finger to make sure I got it all.

  He sits up straight causing me to lean back on my heels.

  For some reason, the comment he made to me before when I was asking him questions springs to mind, and I find myself smiling up at him. “I thought you could use a hand,” I say, winking at him.

  What has gotten into me? This is so unlike me, but I’m growing fond of this sassy, brazen woman. She should stick around, especially where Isaak is concerned.

  “Jesus, I thought I had imagined you.” He runs his finger across my bottom lip, looking straight at me.

  I move my head slightly and suck his thumb into my mouth before releasing it again. “You're not imagining anything. I'm here,” I say, reassuringly.

  “Why? How?” He seems to be coming back to earth from wherever his orgasm took him to.

  “I forgot my phone,” I say simply, like it answers all his questions.

  There are so many unspoken questions between us both, and I know I'm nowhere near ready to have them answered yet.

  “You're so fucking beautiful, Remme and that was so fucking hot,” he states.

  Before I have the chance to say anything, he locks his lips on mine. It's an all-consuming, passionate kiss. It knocks me sideways. I open my mouth, willingly giving him the encouragement, he's seeking. Never in my adult life have I been kissed with so much desire. I could get used to this.

  “Do you trust me, Remme?” he asks between kisses.

  Do I trust him? In the last week or so, I’ve seen a completely different side to Isaak, one that I imagine a lot of other people rarely get to see. This gentle beast has a soft side. It's the compassionate and sweet-tempered side of him that has me saying yes. I don’t even need to think twice.

  “Yes, I trust you. Why are you asking me that?”

  “Because you're going to submit all your control to me, and what's worse, you're going to enjoy it.”

  I'm shocked by his declaration but oh so turned on and intrigued. He plants another bruising kiss on my lips and stands. He hooks his arms under my legs and lifts me up with him as he reaches his full height.

  There's nothing I can do but hold on, so I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my legs up and around him so his hands are palming my butt.

  “Hold on tight, Sweet cheeks.”

  “Wait, Isaak, put me down. Why are you not using your crutches?” Come to think of it he hasn’t used them all week. I’m so consumed by him that I’m not paying attention to vital parts of my job.

  “Crutches? I haven’t used them since the day I walked out of your office. Using them hurts my back more, plus, I can walk just fine on my own. Anyway, they said I only had to use them for the first couple of days.” He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Also, you weigh nothing in my arms. Any more questions… you’re kinda ruining my moment here.” He throws me a devilish smirk. He begins to move and walks us in through the double patio doors and down the hallway towards what I assume is his bedroom before I can even argue with him on the matter. I understand where he’s coming from, and two days with crutches is still better than two days without, but he’s not doing himself any favours if he carries on thinking and using that attitude towards his treatment. But having his arms wrapped tightly around me and his hands squeezing my bum cheeks is having me throwing all logical and rational thoughts away and sinking into the pool behind us.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Isaak

  I don't know what comes over me, but seeing Remme go to town on my rock-hard erection stirs up my animalistic side. It's like she knows what I need without me verbally having to tell her. Don't even get me started on that expert mouth of hers: the way she works me up with that tongue of hers and lets me take over full control of her actions whilst doing so… Deep throating me with ease and looking fucking gorgeous at the same time….

  Fuck me, I've never been blown that good before. It was epic in all proportions. She's ruining me for any other woman that's for sure. Don't get me wrong, every other woman I've had suck my dick completed the task at hand, but never the way she does. It is utter satisfaction and not just for me, for her, too. The way she grinds her thighs together to release some of the tension at her core is a damn sight and spurs me on more, until I thrust inside her greedy awaiting mouth and fill it up, full. She sucks and licks every single drop from me, pleasing me immensely.

  Looking into her eyes and the feel of her wrapped around me, tells me everything I need to know, even if everything inside my head is telling me that I need to stop this now, before it goes too far.

  Without thinking of the repercussions of my actions and how they will most certainly affect the aftermath of how myself and Remme will be able to work together, my feet take us to my bedroom, which in itself is new to me, but I do it anyway.

  I look straight at Remme, in between deep kisses, for any signs that she doesn't want to go through with this, but all I can see is pure, unadulterated desire and horny lust filling her pupils.

  She's definitely up for this. There isn't a single doubt in her mind, at least not right now.

  I walk through the bedroom and into my en-suite. Remme breaks the kiss and glances at the bed as we pass it.

  “You've missed the bed, Isaak.”

  “I've got a better idea: I haven't christened my shower yet,” I say on a smirk.

  “You haven't what, now?”

  “My shower is sex free. I need to rectify that, and you’re going to be the lucky lady to help me fix that.”

  She just nods her head in understanding as a small smile graces her face.

  Once I've guided us into the bathroom, I expect her to change her mind, but she reaches out to me instead. Wrapping her arms around my neck more securely, she tilts her head to the side and smacks those luscious lips on mine. I take back the much-needed control, deepening the kiss pushing my tongue into her mouth.

  Our tongues do the most erotic dance together as hers fights for dominance. My hands roam over her body and that pert arse that makes my mouth water every time I see it. I just have to squeeze it. Grabbing as much as I can in my palm, I clench it hard while pulling her closer to my body, crushing her against my already solid dick. I let go of it, though it kills me, sliding my hands up her back and decide she has too many clothes on still. That has to change right the fuck now. I have to see this body fucking naked, immediately.

  I want to take my time though, as this may be the only chance, I get with Remme. I will worship her from head to toe. I want to make it so hard for her to turn me away—to make her come running back for more.

  Without us saying a word to each other, I bring my hands around the front of her, my fingers grazing across her tits through her tight vest top. I swirl my fingertips around her erect nipple that's standing high and proud. She whimpers softly, which makes me growl in return.

  Still kissing the fuck out of her, neither one of us stops or comes up for air. I think kissing Remme may be the best thing in my life right now.

  I bring my hands down to her hips where I grab the hem of her top and lift it off, our lips separating for the vest to come off. Chucking it over my shoulder with a smirk, I don’t give a shit where it lands. Letting go of her, I reach for the shower controls, turning it on to warm while I strip her the rest of the way.

  I pull her shorts all the way down her toned thighs, taking her underwear with them. The pain in my back hurts like a mother fucker, but I push that to one side as I lift her foot out of her shorts and kiss and nip up her smooth soft leg, over her knee and carry on up the inside of her thigh, stopping just before the juncture between her legs and eliciting
a moan from her. I lower that leg and pick the other one up doing the same. This time when I reach the top of her thigh, I inhale, breathing in her scent. Her heady smell is intoxicating.

  “I can smell your arousal. You want me just as much as I want you, don't you?”

  Remme nods while chewing on her bottom lip, causing a reaction from me that makes me want to go all caveman on her.

  “Words, Remme. I need words.”

  She lets go of her bottom lip with a pop. “Yes, Isaak. I want you. I want you even though I shouldn’t,” she says breathlessly. She reaches around to unhook her bra, sliding the straps down her arms never taking her eyes off me. She looks so sexy standing naked as the day she was born in my now steamed up bathroom. She really is the definition of a real woman. Her curves have my mouth watering. I take a mental picture of her in all her beautiful glory for later when I’m alone or never get this chance with her again.

  I strip the rest of my clothes off hastily, dropping them where I stand, and grab hold of her hand as we both step into the shower. This time it's me that crushes her lips, pulling her body close to mine again. I'm struggling to keep control of my need for her. I've never felt this type of connection with a woman before; the magnetic pull she has on me is intense.

  I push her against the tiles dominantly, and she gasps as her back hits the cold surface.

  I'm about to lift her up and bury myself deep inside her when she swats my hands away from the tops of her legs.

  What the fuck?

  I look up at her, thinking she's going to put an end to this just as we're getting started.

  “No, Isaak, your back. Holding me for that would be too much.”

  Damn it, I had forgotten about that for a second, seems to be when I'm around her that I don't feel any of my pain.

  Remme turns to the benched wall, placing her hands to the back of the seat where it meets the tiles again. She sticks her arse out and looks at me over her shoulder.