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Give Me More
Julianne Reid
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Give Me More
Copyright © June 2017 by Julianne Reid
First E-book Publication: June 2017
Julianne.Reid.x@gmail.com
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This literary work is fiction. Any name, places, characters, or incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Give Me More
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Epilogue
Excerpt: There For Her
About The Author
Give Me More
Give me one hour and I’ll change your life.
Olivia
I’d been kickboxing at Derek’s club for two years; it was still hard but I was getting better. The hardest part, however, was being around my trainer, Derek Owens. He was tall, tan, and incredibly strong. It was hard to keep my head on straight whenever he was around.
He was tough on me, like he was on everyone else, and I knew there would never be anything between us. He had his reputation and business to uphold… And I wasn’t exactly the picture of sinful pleasure at the end of the rounds, dripping sweat and exhausted. Still… didn’t hurt to look.
Derek
I was in a sticky situation with Olivia. I wanted her like crazy; she’d become a really good kick boxer and was quick to pick up new moves, but I had a strict policy against dating club members. For a while, I’d hoped that I’d be so hard on her that she’d leave the club and I could pursue her… but, tough as nails, she stayed dedicated and didn’t let me intimidate her.
So I was stuck… Day in and day out training her and watching her practice knowing I could never have her. If only she knew that as hard as I worked her out in the gym, that was nothing compared to what I really wanted to do to her. I wanted to give her more than just training.
If you like it rough, fast, and hard with a sugary sweet, happy ending, grab a snack and stay a while.
Chapter 1
Olivia
“C’mon, jab cross, jab cross, left body hook, rear elbow.”
Derek’s voice boomed over the pounding music. After a while, my ears would go numb and I’d barely hear anything; when I got into it, I got into it. Sweat trickled down my back. I threw the combo, slamming my elbow down onto the punching bag, adrenaline gushing through my veins.
“That’s it,” he coached behind me, eyeing the room with scrutiny, “Good elbow.”
I grinned, never taking my eyes off the bag. Between the music and the adrenaline, my heart was thundering a million miles a minute. Derek stood watching me as I practiced over and over, his arms crossed, then walking away to observe the others in the class.
I took a deep breath, shook out my hands, then brought them back up to my face again. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if Derek caught sight of me with my gloves down. Even now, if he saw me from across the gym, I’d hear it.
I always took his class as a warm up before our training session, but today was harder than usual. I was dripping sweat, heart pumping. I took another second to breathe. I needed to remember to drink enough water and eat enough protein today.
“Olivia,” boomed over the music, “Get those gloves up.”
I chuckled under my breath, pulling myself together. He was always watching. I stretched out my neck and brought them up, knowing he’d never let me get away with anything.
“Alright, we’re gonna add a roundhouse to that. Jab cross, jab cross, left body hook, rear elbow, separate, then rear high roundhouse,” Derek called, modeling it for us, legs and arms moving in a blur. He met my eyes as he stepped away from the bag.
“Let’s go, Olivia,” he ordered impatiently, gray eyes staring my way, “Let’s see it.”
I pulled my gloves up to my face, ready to impress him, but as I executed my roundhouse, I could see the frown on his face. It was way too low.
“Again.”
I bounced on my feet and threw it all again, higher this time but he still wasn’t satisfied. His intensity grew stronger; my chest seized tight.
He moved beside my bag and took a fighting stance, motioning that he was ready. “Let’s see that roundhouse now.”
I pivoted on my left foot and drove my shin in an arc to his side. He threw my leg back down to complete the pivot. The pressure in my chest was building.
“That would be good if I said roundhouse to the body. I said high roundhouse. C’mon. Work.”
I sucked in my cheeks; the fact that he was unimpressed and thought I wasn’t working made me pissed as hell at myself. I’d been doing this for two years; there was no excuse why I couldn’t just do it.
I tried to focus.
I drew back and pivoted again, shifting my weight, driving my foot towards his head. He caught it and threw my leg down.
“Yes. Good job. That is a high roundhouse. Aim for the logo,” he pointed at the top of the bag, the muscles in his arms bulging, grinning at me.
I nodded as he stepped back. I wanted to take a breath and get some water, but I knew he was watching me to make sure I did what he said. I couldn’t take a break yet.
I threw the full combination and drove the top of my foot at the logo, stepping back to do it again. I’d almost lost my balance but at least I followed his correction.
“Much better,” he said regarded from behind me as he moved on to teach the next combination.
I shook my hands out, reminding myself that I could get this. Derek was hard as fuck on me but would tell me I was doing a good job if I was. I was much harder on myself that he ever was.
I could never quite put my finger on why I was so intimidated by him. He was one of the best kick boxers in the state but I’d worked with professional athletes before… Or maybe it was because I’d been so attracted to him and he was so incredibly out of my league that did me in. No matter what it was, I was drawn to him, completely magnetized.
The bell resonated to signal the end of rounds and the beginning of the core workout. Fifteen more minutes and then I’d be working one on one with Derek. Luckily, getting pushed to my limits and sweating my ass off would distract me from how insanely attractive he was.
Derek
I gave Olivia only five minutes to get water and stretch before our session. I knew she was tired but I called it properly warmed up. I tossed my gloves to the floor and hung my wraps from the frame holding up the punching bags. Across the gym, Olivia was already rewrapping her hands with fresh wraps, sweat dripping down her chest.
She’d come along way since her first class two years ago.
She’d come to my gym looking for an answer. She hated her job, was stressed, couldn’t sleep, and had tried just about every exercise fad in the book. She’d gone to yoga, Pilates, Zumba, Crossfit (I yelled at her about that one), Bootcamp, and tried a trainer at her gym. She’d hated every second of it and was still just as stressed and frustrated.
As she stood at the counter, tapping her fingers, eyes full out skepticism, I told her to give me one hour and I’d change her life.
Two years later, she was still just as hooked and just as dedicated.
“Remember what we talked about?” I asked as I took the hand wrap from her and finished it myself, turning over her small hand in mine.
She nodded, catching her breath. “Stay out of my head. Just keep my hands going.”
I flattened the Velcro at the end of the wrap along her wrist and she flexed her hand in it, presenting me her other hand to wrap for her. She always got way too serious when making mistakes.
I’d asked her about fighting for real to see if she’d be interested in taking her training beyond the gym. She was good enough for the women’s division but she refused to spar, even with me. I was worried she’d give me some shit like how she didn’t want to get hit or something. True, she had a gorgeous face that I didn’t really want to see get hit either, but that was kind of the point: just don’t get hit and win the fight.
“No. I don’t need to beat someone or be better than anyone else. This is just about me being better than myself.”
Couldn’t argue with that. Truth was, I admired the hell out of her for it, even if it did make her incredibly critical of herself.
“Coming Friday?” I asked, trying not to meet her eyes. I didn’t want her to see that I actually cared.
She nodded. Good. “I think so.”
Olivia’s training had taken a backseat to my own lately. My fight Friday was going to be a tough one. Both my opponent and I had gone undefeated this season. For one of us, that was about to change.
“Warmed up enough?”
She nodded. “50 jumping jacks anyways?”
I wink
She started and I went to grab a bottle of water. Out of everyone I trained, I liked Olivia the best. She took corrections, she didn’t give up, and she would literally run herself into the ground if I told her to.
A woman like that was rare to find. A few weeks working with Olivia and I couldn’t help but want her. She’d quit her job, started a company, was sleeping normally again, and was fucking radiant. She literally glowed from the second she stepped into the gym to the moment she left, gleaming in sweat and self-respect.
I fucking wanted her.
I argued with myself for a long time about her. I’d decided, long before I ever had my own club, that if I did, I would never get involved with a member. I’d seen the way it’d ripped gyms in half and ruined the atmosphere for everyone. It just wasn’t good business.
And there were so many moral rules that trainers weren’t supposed to get with their clients. That was just common knowledge.
But fuck she looked good.
I ran her through straight boxing combos, giving her what she was really good at first before getting onto the things she needed to work on.
True to form, she pounded out whatever I asked of her, throwing out punch after punch, hook after hook. She didn’t stop until I told her to rest.
“Those roundhouses. I want 50 to the body, 50 to the head,” I ordered.
She took her stance and started. I stood back and watched, sweat dripping down her neck.
Olivia made sure to keep her form; she knew technique was paramount with me. As she started her roundhouses to the head, I saw her start to waver. She wasn’t rotating her hip enough and I could tell she knew it. She wanted to stop and get it right, but she also knew that I’d said 50.
“Okay, stop,” I directed her, “Slow it down. Do 20 correctly.”
She took her stance again but she was overthinking it. She wanted to bang them out, frustrated that she couldn’t operate like a robot and get them perfect every time.
“What did we talk about?” I coached her, seeing her mind spinning.
She huffed. “Stay out of my head.”
I nodded, coming closer to her, feeling her body heat radiating. “Remember what you know. Pivot, knee up, pivot, follow through.”
She closed her eyes, committing it to memory, trying to get it through the blockage in her mind.
She executed the kick slowly, trying to get the technique perfect. It was better.
“Again.”
She kicked three more times, gaining speed each time, till the fourth kick where she stopped short of her pivot, causing her to lose her balance.
“Fuck!” she groaned, pacing in a circle, away from the bag. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her jaw hardened, muscles pumping.
She laughed through grit teeth. “I am going to get this.”
She exhaled and took her stance. I stepped behind her and placed my hands on her hips- wrong, I know, but I’d trained her for two years. She’d know this was just training and nothing more.
“Rotate from the hips. Again,” I led. I knew the longer she spent in her head, the most frustrated she’d be.
Hands still on her hips, I guided her while she kicked, twisting her hips to force the exaggerated rotation.
“Feel the difference?”
She nodded, taking her stance again as I stepped back. My hands ached from the feel of her hips but I focused on her training session. She stretched out her neck and swung her leg again, this time connecting perfectly.
“Exactly,” I breathed, watching the change in her face as soon as she followed through, knowing she got it perfectly correct. The glow was back.
“Finally!” she laughed, grinning, throwing her gloved hands in the air.
Before I could direct her, she took her stand and threw out the kick over and over again, spinning on her foot and connecting. She did the original 50 and mirrored it on the other side.
I smiled. That’s my girl.
Chapter 2
Olivia
“You did good today,” Derek called from the other side of the gym as I threw my gloves and hand wraps in my bag, shakily grabbing my water. Sugars, water, protein. Can’t slack on that today or I’ll be hurting tomorrow.
I smirked. “Not as good as I’ve been doing lately. I don’t know why that was so fucking hard for me today.”
He shrugged. “Everyone has off days.”
He came closer, gray eyes lighter than before, his intensity fading but not completely gone. He was still as handsome as ever.
“A few of us are going out for drinks tonight,” he offered quietly, water bottle gripped in his hand, “You should come.”
I didn’t look up. I went to the weekly happy hour with the gym members and trainers every week but Derek didn’t usually go.
If he did show up, however, I avoided him completely. Mostly because I didn’t want him to call me out on all the calories I was consuming in beer and how hard training would be the next day. And I also didn’t want to be anywhere near drunk around him and accidently flirt or throw myself at him. That was a dangerous possibility.
“We’ll see,” I shrugged with a smile, tossing my bag over my shoulder. I already knew I’d be going; I always went. Derek had never asked me personally before, though.
“Well,” he said, rocking back on his heels, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his track pants, the muscles in his arms constricting, “I’ll see you later.”
He retreated carefully, distracted. I wondered what that was about but shook it out of my head.
At home, I hung up my hand wraps and gloves and took a long hot shower, letting the hot water heat my muscles. Kickboxing worked my ass off but fuck did I love it. It was the only thing that I ever really stuck with. It sucked. But I loved the way it sucked.
Working with Derek made me push myself harder than I’d ever done before. I’d had personal trainers and I’d taken classes but I always got bored, bitched out, and stopped going. Not only had I been at the gym at least six times a week for the past two years, I also worked harder than I’d ever done before. From the beginning of the round to the end, I felt the difference in myself and it was addicting as hell.
I toweled off my hair and stood in front of my closet trying to pick out some clothes. Usually to meet up with the guys, I threw on shorts and a t-shirt… But I hesitated this time. Derek had never personally invited me before… We’d locked eyes in those few times he came to happy hour but I always turned away first. If he knew I made a major crush on him, he probably wouldn’t want to train me anymore. It would get awkward and I’d regret the whole thing. As much as I was into him, I kept my distance.
And fuck was I into him.
“Give me one hour and I’ll change your life.”
Oh how naïve I used to be. When he’d said that to me, images of him “training” me flashed into my head: touching me to correct my form, hands on my sweaty body, telling me I’d have to do much more for him.
Five heart pounding, gasping minutes later, I was dead fucking wrong. Derek Owens was making me kick my own ass. Those fantasy images floated away in a sea of sweat and pain.
But he was right. That hour changed my life.
I still thought Derek was hot as hell but at least now I could direct my attention into my workout and not think about those images again.
Well… Maybe not every time… I have to admit, I still did think about him after the gym… Taking off his shirt, strong muscles gleaming with perspiration. I’d gone to his fights and seen him shirtless and I was happy that he couldn’t see me; I was sure I was blushing looking him over.
I pulled my favorite dress out of my closet, considering it. Knee length, navy blue, simple from the front but backless. The thin straps that went over the shoulders crisscrossed loosely down my back a few times.
I hadn’t worn it in a long time. I’d been so busy working and at the gym that I hadn’t had an occasion.
Is it too sexy for happy hour? Maybe…
I thought back to Derek reminding me to get out of my own head. I did overthink things too much and got too serious.
