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Taking It Personal

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Taking It Personal Copyright © 2007 Cheyenne McCray

Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication July 2007

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

TAKING IT PERSONAL

Cheyenne McCray

Author’s Note

Taking it Personal
incorporates only elements of Domination/submission and BDSM. It is not intended to accurately portray a true BDSM or Dom/sub relationship.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Corvette: General Motors Corporation

Lycra: E. I. du Pont de Nemours and Company

Mercedes: Daimler Chrysler AG Corporation

Taking It Personal

Drew Bennett guided his sleek black Corvette along the interstate toward the health club where he spent part of his time as a personal trainer. He was a professional trainer for various pro athletes and he was late leaving his appointment with the current lightweight championship boxer who had his own personal gym.

A smile tipped the corner of Drew’s lips. Sarah Fairland was going to be pissed that he was late—and that’s exactly what he wanted. The uptight executive needed to be thrown off balance before they started today’s workout. She’d been giving off sexual vibes for the last few sessions—scorching hot vibes that he’d purposely ignored. She wanted him and damned if he wasn’t attracted to her more than any woman he’d been with in a long time.

He rubbed his erection through his gym shorts and pictured Sarah on her knees, her hands bound behind her back as she sucked his cock.

Oh, he was going to give her what she wanted…and far, far more. Sarah Fairland was going to learn a few lessons if she wanted to play with him. Maybe she was used to dominating the business world, but when it came to him, she’d be on her knees begging him to take control. Control that she would hand over freely once he introduced her to his world.

* * * * *

Sarah Fairland checked her reflection in the exclusive health club’s bathroom mirror. Regardless of the fact that Drew Bennett was going to put her through the paces today, she’d taken special care with her makeup—not too much and not too little. Just right. Her shoulder-length brown hair was held up in a twist, giving her a look that heightened her cheekbones and complimented her blue eyes.

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As a CEO she was driven and known in the business world as a woman with brass ovaries. She had no qualms about doing whatever she had to in order to get what she wanted.

In this case she wanted Drew Bennett.

A fling with her sexy physical trainer was exactly what she needed to release the frustrations of dealing with incompetent people on every level in the business world.

She ground her teeth at the thought of her last encounter with a competing firm’s president and CEO. The bastard had tried to treat her as if she were a low-ranking peon.

She’d sure as hell put the SOB in his place and took him down a few notches.

Sarah strode out of the bathroom that smelled of lemon disinfectant that didn’t hide the reek of sweaty socks. There was absolutely no excuse for that stink. If she ran the club she’d put everyone in their place and make sure the club was in perfect shape in every way.

Sounds of voices and the clanking of weights were loud on the gym floor and the place smelled of testosterone. Damn, there were some good-looking hunks pumping iron, but she had her sights set on only one man today.

Humid air touched her skin exposed by her bright yellow crop-top and low-rider Lycra workout shorts. She looked good and she knew it. Her body was toned, perfectly fit, and she kept it that way by working out four times a week and utilizing a personal trainer.

When she reached Drew’s office she was surprised to see he wasn’t there. He was always on time for their training appointments. Sarah pursed her lips. She didn’t tolerate tardiness. She seated herself in one of the blue plastic chairs in front of his desk, crossed her knees and stilled her foot to keep it from swinging. No matter the situation, she always maintained control.

Her irritation level grew as the minutes passed by on the large, round, black-rimmed clock that reminded her of those clocks that had always been in her classrooms 6

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during her school years. As a student she had only been impatient to move on to the next class because she always finished her work ahead of everyone else. Even then she’d been an achiever, a type-A personality.

Six minutes passed before Drew strolled through the doorway. Even though she was irritated as hell, he nearly took her breath away as she looked up at him. Shoulder-length blond hair and brown eyes the color of warm cocoa. He was muscular perfection with his tanned skin, his carved biceps and triceps revealed by his sleeveless T-shirt.

His shoulders and chest were powerful beneath that shirt, and she itched to run her hands down his rippled six-pack abs to his trim hips and beyond. The bulge in his gym shorts had told her from the beginning that he was definitely worth her time.

“Hey, Sarah.” He pulled open a desk drawer and tossed in a set of car keys. “I’ve got a new workout I’d like to start you on.”

No apology for being tardy and making her wait? No explanation?

“You’re late,” she said, her words coming out clipped as she stood. It wasn’t exactly the way she’d intended to start out her plans to get him into her bed.

An amused expression crossed his features, rather than annoyed like she’d expected. She straightened her five-foot ten-inch frame, but the man was still a good five inches taller than her.

“Let’s get started.” He grabbed a clipboard off his desk and waited for her to exit the room ahead of him. A gentlemanly gesture that was not unusual for him. Surprising in today’s world and certainly not necessary.

They walked side by side to the private workout room utilized for personal trainers and their clients. Again Drew held the door open for her and she stepped inside before the door eased closed behind them. Only a small, vertical, rectangular window in the door took away from complete privacy and the door had no lock. Unfortunate.

As always, Drew started her out with warm-up exercises. They both stood on mats in front of the mirrored wall.

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“I have a few new exercises I’d like you to try.” Was she mistaken or was his voice warmer, deeper?

She stretched from side-to-side then righted herself. “I’m ready for anything.”

“Are you?” His hands brushed over her bare waist as he moved her in front of the mirror.

Sarah sucked in her breath at the unexpected intimate contact. Her nipples peaked against her cropped top and they were large and obvious in the mirror. The hint of a smile curved the corner of Drew’s lips as she watched his gorgeous features. He could easily have passed for a Greek god.

The romanticized thought almost made her shake her head.

For the first time since he had become her personal trainer a few weeks ago, Drew positioned her with his hands instead of just telling her what to do.

“That’s it,” he said as his fingertips brushed her hips.

The sensuous movement caused moisture to dampen her thong. Her eyes met his in the mirror and he gave her a slow, sexy smile.

He
knew
.

He knew exactly how much she wanted him. The past few weeks she had let off a few vibes, but he hadn’t acknowledged them. Today, though—today he was touching her in ways that aroused her. Small, intimate movements, but they turned her on more than she’d been in a long time.

After she finished stretching on the mats, Drew took her hand and helped her to her feet. He looked at her body from head to toe in a way that made her nipples tighten more and her pussy to grow even wetter.

“You’re in perfect shape, Sarah.” The way he said her name sent tingles through her belly.

Ridiculous. She was no sexual novice. But everything he said and did was making her horny as hell.

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She couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped her when he ran his knuckles from beneath her breasts to her abs. “Perfect,” he said again. “Like I told you, I’m going to change up your routine today.”

“What are we doing different?” Sarah found herself almost trembling from the sexual currents running between her and Drew. She raised her chin, sucked in her breath and fought to get her hormones under control. She did
not
let a man affect her like this. Even if she did want to fuck him.

“We’re going to work on your upper
and
lower body, rather than concentrating on one area.” He gave her an intense look before turning away and leading her to the bench press.

The way he said “upper and lower body” made her think he meant more than just a normal workout.

Well, that was what she wanted, wasn’t it?

When she was on her back beneath the barbell, Drew caressed her breasts with his gaze. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself to control the now rapid beating of her heart. Instead of walking behind her to spot her, he straddled her waist so that his groin was close enough to touch. And through his tight gym shorts, it was obvious he was as aroused as she was.

She wanted to run her fingers along the length of his cock but resisted—barely.

Instead she raised her arms up and grasped the bar, pushed up to get the barbell off its rest and began her presses. Damned if her arms didn’t shake a little, making it more difficult. When she had reached the count of fifteen, she raised the bar up and Drew helped her put it back on its rest.

After three sets, she finished bench pressing. Drew took her hand and helped her to a sitting position. Just the way he held her fingers, a little too long, sent thrills throughout her body.

Rather than helping her to her feet, he sat on the bench facing her, brought his hand up and ran his fingers along her triceps, causing her to shiver. “Did you feel it here?” he 9

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asked as he slowly stroked. He looked at her breasts. “You should feel it in your triceps, chest and shoulders.”

Sarah’s face was hot, not only from lying down and bench pressing but from the way he was touching her, now trailing his fingers from her triceps to her shoulder and back while meeting her gaze.

She had to take control of this situation and she had to take it fast.

Doing her best to sound unaffected, she said, “What kind of workout are we having here, Drew?”

“I like the way you say my name.” He skimmed his fingers from her shoulder down to her breastbone, dangerously close to her breasts. “What kind of workout do you want, Sarah?”

“I think this is something we should discuss in your office.” She made her tone strong, firm. Oh yeah, she wanted to take this someplace private,
now
.

“No.” He shook his head. “We’re going to continue your workout right here.”

Before she could respond, he trailed his fingers all the way to one of her nipples and squeezed.

She gasped and widened her eyes in shock at his brazen move. “Drew—”

Further words failed her as he raised his free hand and pinched her other nipple then twisted them both, hard.

Sarah gave a surprised cry and brought her hands up to cover his. Instead of trying to force his hands from her breasts, she moaned and pressed his palms tighter against her globes and she tipped back her head.

“Touch me.” His voice was a command that had her snapping her attention back to him. “Grab my cock with that pretty little hand of yours.”