Dive into Temptation [ManxBoy]

5. Home Gym

As I made my way towards the stairs, my heart started to beat a little faster. Going upstairs meant entering a whole new realm of the house, one that held Lily and Dom's personal spaces. Their bedroom, Dom's home office, Lily's art room, and of course, the home gym that Dom had mentioned. It was a part of the house I hadn't explored yet, but after that awkward incident in the pool, I wanted to avoid swimming for now. A nice workout in Dom's home gym seemed like the perfect distraction, as long as he wasn't in there.

Climbing the stairs, I couldn't help but be amazed by the stunning architecture surrounding me. The tall ceilings, the expansive windows, the contrast of white floors and dark furniture. It all exuded a sense of modernity and sterility. It was a far cry from the small cozy and inviting home I was used to. This place demanded admiration for its cold beauty, almost as if it was designed to make me feel slightly out of place. Did Dom design this house? I hadn't seen any of his work, but it would make sense for someone as clean-cut and eerily friendly as him.

Taking a deep breath, I continued up the stairs, ready to face the unknown territory of the home gym. It was time to focus on myself, to let go of those lingering thoughts about the kiss and find solace in the familiar routine of a workout.

I stood at the top of the stairs, peering down the hallway towards the workout room. The walls of glass offered a tantalizing view inside. The sight that greeted me was nothing short of impressive. There were rows upon rows of high-end equipment, easily worth thousands of dollars. As far as home gyms went, Dominic's was on a whole other level.

But my excitement quickly turned to hesitation as I noticed Dominic running on the treadmill, his eyes fixed on the TV above. I paused in the hallway, unsure if I should join him. After that awkward encounter in the pool, being alone with Dominic was the last thing I wanted. So I lingered there, feeling the awkwardness seep into my bones, my eyes involuntarily scanning the glistening muscles of Lily's husband. I couldn't help but wonder how someone as wealthy and handsome as Dominic ended up with Lily.

Eventually, Dom finished his run and paused to wipe down the treadmill and himself with a towel. I watched curiously, ready to make a quick escape if he caught me staring. Fortunately, he remained oblivious to my presence. He then settled into a loveseat, seemingly ready to relax and watch TV. A part of me wondered if this was my chance to finally enter the room, now that Dominic seemed to be wrapping up for the day.

But then he switched the channel. From where I was down the hall, I couldn't see much but a glimpse of skin and bodies. The heat of a blush flashed through me as I realized that Dominic was watching something inappropriate. I squinted, trying to be sure, but it became evident when his hand slid over his workout shorts, squeezing the growing mound.

I was immediately embarrassed, my heart pounding knowing that I should retreat back to my room but something glued me in place. My eyes scanned Dominic's swollen muscles, which seemed bigger than usual due to his workout. His arm moved at a slow rhythmic pace, and then slipped beneath the hem of his shorts to grab himself. I couldn't even waste a blink as I watched, mesmerized. I could hear Dominic's short breaths and a few low moans that twisted my stomach in a strange way.

My face was still red in a blush and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Why was he doing that in the workout room? I sighed shakily, feeling like I really shouldn't be watching. As I was taking the sight in for a final moment, our eyes suddenly locked. I froze in utter horror, but Dominic just smirked with a knowing smile, as if he was aware I was watching the whole time. My face burned with embarrassment, and I quickly turned to make my escape down the hall.

But just as I reached the top of the stairs, ready to retreat to the safety of my room, Lily appeared before me, blocking my path. Her eyes narrowed, sensing that something was amiss. I stuttered, trying to find the right words to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat.