...And Beyond... | To Infinity... Book Two [ON HOLD]

Chapter 20: The Start of Summer

Tuesday September 28, 2021 - Los Angeles, California

Desi POV

9:00 AM

I love the gym, I love working out and lifting weights, I love getting stronger, but most of all I love to watch Joe do bicep curls and weighted squats. Let's just all take a moment to admire the wonderful ass on this man because he sure as Hell does have a wonderful ass. I'm currently taking a break sitting on a bench behind him as he pumps out a bunch of squats. I sip coyly from my water bottle, watching his reflection in the mirror he's standing in front of; the way he makes faces in concentration, the sweat dripping down his face and arms, the way his muscles flex and contract and relax and oh Lord, the things I wanna do to him on this bench.

"I'm glad people can't really undress each other with their eyes." He chuckles at the top of one of his reps.
"Yeah, you'd be butt naked twenty-four seven and it wouldn't even be because of me most of the time."
"The sad part is that you're right."

He puts the weight bar down and walks over to me, bending down to kiss me hungrily, some of the gym goers giving us weird looks...like I fucking care - I don't; I'm dating Roman Reigns, of course I don't care about the stares. He stands me up and runs his hands down my back and over my butt being tightly confined in my workout leggings. I know better than to wear workout shorts out in public now: there's too much ass and punani for them.

"Mmmmm." I moan into his mouth as he gives my backside a firm squeeze and breaks the kiss.
"You're turn." He says and I happily reach around and squeeze his firm butt, making him jump.
"No! It's your turn to squat!" He exclaims.
"Oh, that's what you meant, whoopsie." I innocently say and walk over to the weights and situate myself. Joe stands behind me and counts as I begin the exercise.

"One."
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"Two."
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"Three."
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"Four."
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"Five."
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"Six."
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"Seven."
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"Eight."
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"Nine."
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"Ten."
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"Eleven."
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"Mmm, twelve."
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"Thirteen."
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"Fuck, fourteen"
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"Fifteen, shit."
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"Sixteen."
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"Seventeen. Damn."
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"Damn."
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"Damn."
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"Damn."

I stop at what was supposed to be number twenty, drop the weight on the floor, and turn around to stank-face my boyfriend.

"You're not allowed to watch me squat anymore." I scold him.
"Aye, you were creepin' on me, too."
"Yeah, but I wasn't bein' loud about it."
"I'm not bein' loud, I'm bein' very discreet. The loudest thing about me right now is my boner, but you can't even see it in this outfit." He closes the distance between us and pulls me into a hug, inconspicuously pressing his hips firmly to mine and I moan at the contact.
"What're you gon' do 'bout this baby? You're responsible." He whispers in my ear.
"Mmmm, I promise I'll take care of it real soon, Daddy." I whisper back to him, a hot blush overtaking my face as he begins to moan the sexiest and dirtiest things he could think of at the moment in my ear.
"You better you sexy-ass, beautiful, fat assed, sex goddess; I can't wait to get you back to the hotel. I just wanna bend you over the bed, the desk, put you up against the window, fuck that tight pussy out on the balcony, make the whole city know my name. Ima nut in you so much, fill you up all fuckin' day, you make me so fuckin' horn—"

His unholy and unsolicited, but still very much welcomed, dirty talk is interrupted when someone taps him on the shoulder and we both look to see Summer standing there behind him.

"Oh, hey Summer! Wussup?" He says turning around to face her and stand beside me as my blush and sexual heat quickly disappear in her presence.
"Oh, nothing really. Um, I wasn't interrupting anything, right?"
"Nah." Joe says nicely.
"Kinda." I say not-so-nicely and he gently nudges my side.
"Oh, good! So, I just wanted to talk to you about where creative wants us to go, story-wise."
"You couldn't wait for us to get back to the hotel to talk to him about that?" I ask annoyed.
"Well, I saw you guys talking and figured that you were done. Besides, I'm pretty sure our jobs are more important than whatever working out you're trying to do. We have a job to do and, while I know you don't understand how our job works, you really shouldn't be trying to get in the way of that."
"Aye now, Summer, chill out." Joe says in a light warning tone as I angrily grind my teeth together.