Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
When I got home, I tried to relax. I needed to relax. The last few weeks had been stressful, and it wasn’t supposed to be as tough as it was at Jax’s place, and yet it was. I was dog-tired by the time I got in my door, kicked off my shoes, and went into the bedroom.
I changed out of my work clothes and stood next to my dresser, trying to decide what to put on. I could go for sweatpants and a T-shirt, or I could put on my workout clothes and try to get a few reps in. But the more I thought about working out, the less I wanted to do it. Usually, it was a great physical escape for me. But after the day I’d had, it just didn’t hold any appeal.
Opting for the sweats, I made my way to the couch and plopped down, flipping on the television. I had a hundred things on my DVR, but none of them held my interest. I turned on the video game system and spent about ten minutes having my character wander around in the open-world game before saving it and turning it off. Nothing was appealing. Nothing seemed to get rid of the sudden burst of restlessness that took over me.
I looked over the back of my couch to the office where I had set up my gym equipment. I spent enough time at a desk at work, if I needed to do work at home it was on a laptop in front of the TV. My office was a gym, a place for me to exert energy and focus on making my body a temple, as much as I did for my mind.
I sighed. I should have gone with the workout clothes in the first place. Tossing the controller onto the cushion, I got up, went into the bedroom, and changed. I stretched in there, getting warmed up so that when I opened the door of the office, I could go right to what I wanted rather than waiting and staring at it.
When I was fully warm, I went in and hit the treadmill first. I wanted to get my heart rate up, and twenty minutes of going hard on the treadmill did it. I had music streaming off the electronic assistant in the corner and tried to lose myself in the moment. But those ruby-red lips and long, slender neck of the woman Proctor introduced as Camilla kept popping in my mind. I would try to shake it off, and she would pop back up.
The timer went off, and I got off the treadmill to hit the weights. Most of my other equipment was resistance based, but I had sprung for a full weight set too. I wasn’t as focused on mass as my brothers Noah or Cameron, but I enjoyed gaining occasionally. It was the best way I had found to wear myself out when I had too much energy. A little time with deadlifts and I would be super pumped for ten minutes and sound asleep an hour later. And I would sleep like a baby.
Testing myself, I worked the weight set for longer than normal, and when I felt like I was done, I stopped. I was going to be sore as hell the next day, and I just had to accept it. It was the price I needed to pay for that level of work.
Unfortunately, the visions of Camilla didn’t stop. Even in the midst of doing some weighted squats, she was there. I couldn’t quite shake her. Something about her eyes mesmerized me, and I wanted to know more about her. The fact that Mr. Proctor expected me to help her out a little as I had done for him for years meant I might get that chance. I just wondered if I could do that and still maintain a level of professionalism. She was so damn hot, I was worried I’d end up screwing it up.
But that was part of the appeal, wasn’t it? The fact that she was off-limits somehow made her even hotter. As I turned the shower on to the warmest I could stand, the thoughts of the taboo nature of seeing her filtered in.
My cock was rock hard by the time I stepped under the stream, and after I washed my hair and lathered myself with soap, I knew there was no stopping nature. I could feel guilty about it all I wanted, but if I really wanted to get rid of the restlessness, there was one surefire way to do so.
I closed my eyes and grasped my cock in my hand, stroking it slowly to start. I let my mind wander to a scenario where the classroom was empty, and it was only she and I. My fantasy played out behind my closed eyes so clearly it was like I could almost feel her skin beneath my fingers, her hot breath on my neck.