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looked in his deep black eyes. My mind drifted to last night and my sex tightened automatically. I remembered his touch across my nipples and my back; I remembered his hold on my waist. I breathed hard; he was going to touch me again while training and that felt naughty...and I couldn’t wait.
    “You can change in my bedroom,” he said, still doing his push-ups.“Don’t worry. There aren’t any spiders.” He gave me a mischievous smile. Maybe it was just a one-time thing for him, but he invaded my dreams with the small accident that happened last night. I wondered how the night went for him, was he disturbed at all?
    In a few minutes, I had changed into track pants and a sports t-shirt. When I went back to exercise room, he looked at me, his jaw dropping. I had wondered if my t-shirt was too tight and now I knew it was, according to where his eyes were stuck.
    “Shall we start, if you’ve finished with your measurements?”Now it was my turn to tease him.
    He looked away, his face turning dark. I giggled.“If you are going to be so conscious about my body, then how are you going to train me?” I pushed him further. I wanted him to be normal and teach me the best he could.
    “I'm sorry.” He looked back at me, but this time I could see the strict instructor in him, “Let’s start. How is your physical fitness, overall?”
    “Try me.”
    “Hit the ground for fifty push-ups,” he said with a wicked smile, like he was sure I couldn't do it.
    It was hard. I'd never done that many push-ups at one time, but I had to do it that day. After twenty-five, I was all sweaty and panting heavily, in pain. My shoulders were shaking like anything and my chest was heaving in a way it never had. And beyond that, my hands were completely sore.
    “If you take a break now, you won’t make it to the end.” His tone had changed; he was surely mocking me.
    I took another breath and then started again. I was going to prove to him that women are tough, too.
    “Forty.” I paused for a while.“Ten more.” I pushed myself again. Now I couldn't feel my hands anymore.
    “Forty-five.” I went down, and while coming up I lost my control. The next moment I was face down on his carpet.
    “Come on, you can't be weak now. Just five more.“ He cheered me up. his tone had changed again, and this time he sounded sincere.
    A few moments later, “Forty-nine.” I got down and again I couldn't come up. Then I felt his hand below my stomach; he was supporting me.
    “Come on, Nikki, one more.”
    With all my might, I pushed myself up on my hands and then down, and I dropped in my own sweat. I laid down with my hands in V shape to my body and my one cheek resting on the ground. I was exhausted and drained of energy. I felt like my hands were not attached to my shoulders anymore.
    “Come on, get up. Don't just show me your ass,” he shouted at me.
    I rolled on my back, looking at him. He was stretching himself on a medicine ball.
    “Are you kidding me? Do I look like an Amazon like in the movies?” I had no energy left to do any more push-ups or even stand on my own two feet. My lower back was hurting like a hundred-pound man had just danced on it.
    “You know why your hands are hurting more than they should?” He placed his hands to either side of my shoulders and looked into my eyes... I was drowning in his alluring eyes again.
    “Why?” My lips parted without my brain registering what he meant.
    He dropped on his hands over me, his lips were just a few inches away from me. If I'd lifted my head by just a few inches, I could have easily kissed him.
    He jumped in the air, still being in plank position and landed next to me. His sculpted triceps were pumped up and every cut of his muscles was visible.
    “Because you were doing it wrong.” He pushed himself down and he went back up. He did fifty push-ups quickly, and his body moved like none I’d ever seen. It was like a musical note becoming visible while coming out of the piano, but