She distracts me

Next morning

Lacy

Lacy woke early, far earlier than she was used to, her alarm starting off soft and amping up to what felt like deafening decibels. “Ugh… alright… alright…” She pushed her hair from her face, dropping her phone on the bed beside herself. God, last night had been something else… her cheeks flushing at the memory, part of her wishing it had been a dream to avoid any future embarrassment or complications but the rest of her grateful it wasn’t. 

Throwing back the covers she swung her legs to the floor, hissing as she touched cold marble with her feet, curling them swiftly back up towards the warm bed. “Whew… definitely need to buy a rug for this floor…” she murmured to herself, pulling a pair of plain black leggings out of the closet and a workout tanktop. She piled her hair on top of her head, brushed her teeth and made her way downstairs. 

She had decided before she ate breakfast she would get a quick workout in. Roman said he usually got up to workout early, so she had gotten up an hour before that to be done before he arrived. She put her earbuds in and got to work. She started with some dynamic stretches, warming up on the mat, working the sleep from her body and getting the blood pumping. She preferred to do a light cardio before starting, hopping on the treadmill for 10 minutes before she began to really get into any sort of weight lifting routine. 

She was in the zone, jamming to some of her favorite workout music, mostly consisting of some electronic dance and pop music with a good beat and some bass. Really got the heart going. Sweat had started to soak into her tanktop, the grey fabric getting dark around her lower back and between her breasts. She had no idea that she had an audience a few feet behind her. 

Roman

Roman had tossed and turned most of the night. He was tempted several times to fling open her door, throw her over his shoulder and carry her ass to his bed like a caveman. He had pleasured himself to the thought of her in the shower, not once, but twice before bed and - still - couldn’t manage to sleep fitfully. 

Finally he grunted his irritation deciding there was no point staring at the ceiling any longer. He was just pulling on some clothes when he was sure he heard her door close, but figured it was just wishful thinking on his part. He pulled on a pair of gym shorts and a sleeveless workout shirt, planning to get in some lowerbody exercises today, having exhausted his upper body yesterday. 

His shoulders and chest muscles were a little tight, rubbing his left pec as he flexed a little and he winced. Perhaps tonight would be the perfect opportunity to put some moves on his little Minx by getting her to give him a massage… He grinned at that thought, throwing a towel over his shoulder while he made his way to the gym downstairs. 

Roman & Lacy

Much to his surprise, he saw light spilling into the darker hallway as he approached the gym, leaning against the door frame watching as the little spitfire that had moved into his home and ever recess of his mind was in fact already working out. 

She had a barbell across her shoulders, hands gripping it behind her neck slightly as she did several squats with perfect form. He bit his bottom lip hard enough he swore he tasted blood. “Goddamn… no wonder her ass is so perfect… .” he mumbled quietly to himself. Watching as her body handled the weight perfectly, her slender frame stepping forward as she racked her weights, breathing heavily as she took a towel, wiping the sweat from her face as she turned around. 

As she lowered the towel, her flushed cheeks flamed even darker red as their eye met and he grinned wolfishly in her direction. Roman stalked towards her like a predator sizing up its prey.  She definitely had no idea how long he had been there, but his smile was sure to give away the fact he had seen enough. 

“Morning gorgeous… “ he drawled at her. She furrowed her brows at him as though she didn’t understand then quickly lifted her hands, pulling two wireless earbuds from her ears, thumping bass could be heard once they were close enough to one another. 

“I’m sorry, I thought I would be done before you got up… I was just finishing... “ 

Realizing she hadn’t seen him earlier, nor heard what he said Roman just raked a hand through his hair and smiled at her. “No need to be sorry. That was impressive. Please tell me you have one more set and I get to watch?”

He grinned in her direction, not the same kind of playboy grin that Paul had. His was darker, and promised secrets that would never be revealed. She shivered a little, goosebumps prickling over her hot skin and she prayed he wouldn’t notice the effect he had on her. She swallowed a mouthful of water from her bottle and nodded. 

“I do actually, but I’m afraid if you’re here you aren’t going to get to do any watching.”

He mocked an insulted gasp. “Well that is just unfair. It’s my place, so I feel like I should at least get to watch…” She pushed his arm playfully and laughed. 

“No, if you’re gonna be here, you’re gonna spot me. I’m sure a tough guy like you could easily help me out if I couldn’t finish the set?” She rubbed his biceps with a playful smile, backing up towards the squat rack he had in the corner. 

“Mmm… make sure you make it heavy then so I can properly assist…” He joked with her, watching as she added 15 pounds to each side of the barbell. Doing a quick mental tally he raised an eyebrow. “165, eh?” 

Winking at him she got into position under the bar, waiting until he stepped up behind her. She was already pretty tired, having already done deadlifts and some upper body accessory work but this was one of the most important compound lifts a person could do. Squats trained the whole body. She took a quick sharp breath, lifted the bar and took two small steps back. 

Roman stepped towards her, his body inches from hers as he mirrored her motions in case she needed him. She made quick work of the first six reps, feeling the burn in her quads, ass and even her core as she timed her breathing. She started struggling on the seventh a little and he came in closer. She felt her breath catch slightly at his nearness, but didn’t let him distract her enough to let the bar slip. 

On the last two reps she bit her bottom lip a little, exhaling as she pushed her knees together on the way up. She managed to get all ten reps without his help, but he followed behind her feeling her fatigue and knew sometimes racking the weights was hard. Roman easily lifted it off her shoulders, racking the bar as he pulled her into himself. 

“You’re a little beast Minx! That’s something to be damn proud of!” He lifted her chin, her cheeks red and her breasts heaving against her tanktop. She was sweaty and hot and it didn’t deter him at all. Without even a word he bent down and scooped her up, pressing her against the wall next to him and crushed his lips to hers. 

Her lips still minty from her mouthwash and he held onto her weak quivering thighs as she tried to wrap them around him. Still breathless from working out Lacy pulled her lips from his as she held herself up by wrapping her arms around his neck. “What was that for?”  She gasped softly, feeling his lips moving to her earlobe as she squeaked, struggling to get free. 

Roman grinned at her, tasting her lips once more before putting her down. “Can’t help it. I thought it was sexy watching you do those squats from the door, but being there with you was even better.” He had to admit, feeling her weak and shaking, her body spent even if from exercise was enough to make him want her feeling like that in his arms in his bedroom for totally different reasons. 

“I’m gonna finish up in here, Martha is probably here by now and I asked her to grab a couple things for breakfast so we didn’t starve. See what you can make out of what she brought and I’ll join you soon.” 

He slapped her ass playfully as she made her way out of the gym, laughing to herself shaking her head. “What an ass… “ she mumbled to herself but laughed while saying it, her lips tilted in a smirk. She enjoyed it. No matter what she tried to tell herself or how she tried to reason with herself, there was something about him that got under her skin a way that no man ever had. She never flirted with clients let alone kiss one. And if the burning desire building deep within her was any indication of her collapsing defenses, she could end up losing herself to him completely.