Chapter 94: I Fucked You Good

Chapter 94: I Fucked You Good 

Abigail

I left the bathroom and made my way into the closet instead, where I looked for my training clothes. I might as well join Luciano now that he is in the gym and I enjoy watching him workout. When I put on the thin training shorts and a sports bra, I picked out a pair of running shoes. I grabbed my water bottle and walked downstairs, where I was greeted by the guards before walking into the kitchen.

After filling up my bottle, I moved down to the gym which was in the basement. Apart from the training center that he took me to a while back, he also had a home gym, and it was a big room with all kinds of machines, a wall of mirrors and even a boxing ring. He was laying on the weight bench with a heavy barbell over his head, lifting it repeatedly up and down when I arrived, and I strode over to him, taking my time to admire his biceps as they flexed over and over again. He was even shirtless too and the sweat from several hours of training was glistening on his defined abs.

“You don't think you need a spotter?” I asked, half smiling when I reached him. He glanced up at me and chuckled.

“You are cute.” He said, still lifting it up and down with quiet grunts.

I bent down enough to peck his lips and then moved to the mirror wall behind him. 

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Luciano POV

I heard her walk away from me and some shuffling around. I did a couple more sets and then put it back on the holder to sit up. My hand reaches for the bottle of water next to me and I take a sip while dragging my fingers through my hair. After three hours of working out, the sweat was dripping down my shoulder blades and soaking my hair. Not only does it train to stay in shape, but it is therapeutic in a way. That is until Abigail joins me and steals my focus.

I stood up and turned around to see that she was walking on one of the stairs at a slow pace, warming up. I walked to her steadily and my eyes took in the sight of her ass in those tight shorts she was wearing. I started the machine next to hers, and she glanced my way as she put her hair up.

“Stalking me already?” She asked, holding back a smug smirk, and I chuckled and reached out to smack her ass.

“Did you wake up cocky today or is it something in the water?” I asked, glancing at her water bottle as she rolled her eyes.

One more hour and we were moving towards the end of the training session. She had just made her way to the barbells and I followed her. She asked me if I could spot her while she did some sort of squat exercise. She picked out a ten kilogram barbell and while she walked to the mirror, I took a chug from my bottle and then walked to stand right behind her, holding my hands right above her hips. She straightened her posture and exhaled, she was short enough for me to look at her face in the mirror even though she was standing in front of me. With the bar lifted to her chest, she begins, and I honestly didn't believe something like this could turn me on. Until now, I have been able to keep my hands to myself.

It was close to laughable how easily she could excite me. Never have I gotten hard this quickly by a woman. But with her, she doesn't even have to try. She has my  full attention at all times, no matter if I am in a business meeting or shooting someone in the skull. I attempted to keep my eyes away from the enticing sight right in front of my crotch as she squats at an even pace, letting small breaths exit her lips with each movement.

I don't know if she did it with intention or not, if maybe she backed up or just lost a tiny bit of balance, but at one point her ass grazed over the material of my shorts as she moved down. My jaw automatically tightens when she does it again and again and again. Finally, I roughly grab her waist, causing her to let out a gasp.

“You better stop, or I will bend you over and have my way with you.” I said, holding our gaze in the mirror.

“I am not doing anything, you are standing too close. Back up a bit.” She defends, shrugging.

I scoffed but did as she said, standing behind her far enough to not cause any friction with my crotch even though the damage was already done. The bulge in my pants is urging me to let through to my needs. As she begins to squat again to finish off the last set, my eyes wander over her curves, sticking to her back. I frowned when I saw a mark peaking up underneath her sports bra and, without hesitation, I grabbed her to take a better look. She looked at me over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” 

“When did you get this bruise?” I asked, letting my hand graze over the spot right across her spine.

“It was from last night. Did you already forget how you fucked me on the balcony?” She laughed and dropped the barbell to face me.

“Damn it, I fucked you good.” I grin, she chuckles and wraps her arms around my neck to place a kiss on my lips.

“Your díck fuck me good.” She said with a smirk on her lips.

I smacked her ass, but before I had time to do something about her dirty tongue, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Boss?” I turned to the door, when Dale was standing with an awkward expression.

“What?” I sighed, Abigail let go of me and bent to grab her water bottle.

“We have received the weapons if you want to inspect them,” he said.

“I will be with you in a second.” I said, turning to peck her lips.

“Be good.” I said, and she narrowed her eyes at me, but her lips curved into a small smile. I then grabbed my sweater and threw it over my shoulder before walking towards him.

“Keep him occupied, Dale. I have a hot date to meet up with later.” She said behind my back and the cheeky smile was practically audible in her voice.

“That is not being a good girl.” I said loud enough for her to hear and throw her a warning look before leaving the room with Dale close behind me.

When I reached the first floor, there were a few people waiting for me in the lounge. Ambrose, Dennis, Oliver and even Mia whip their heads at me when I entered and greeted me politely.

“Alright, where are the weapons?” I asked.

Ambrose told me that they were outside in the car that he went in, and I told them to walk out before me. Mia stayed put on the couch, looking a little out of place as she shifted in her seat. I walked to her and her eyes darted between my upper body and face. I had forgotten I was still shirtless.