Loved by the Billionaire: A Torrid, Romantic BWWM Story Read Online Free Page B

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    Jan continued speaking. “He said he’s pretty much gonna be here in Houston for the next six months or so.” She smiled. “That should give me plenty of time to show him how great of a time he can have with me in his life.” She placed her hands on the sides of her D cup fake boobs and readjusted them, leaving no doubt in Amelia’s mind as to exactly what Jan was talking about.
    Amelia shook her head. Anthony Paulson was a sweet guy. She hoped he didn’t get caught up in Jan’s little plan.
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    A week later, Anthony stood behind LaKeeta in the weight room. He supported her arm as he showed her the correct way to do a bicep curl. He’d pretty much figured out — after their first workout or so — that a jock cup was going to be a necessity for him if he wanted to continue working with her. That is if he wanted to avoid her feeling his rock-hard, very swollen erection against her soft womanly body as he took her through the various workout motions that were part of her training.
    As his hand touched hers and as he repositioned her wrist, LaKeeta closed her eyes, almost getting lost in the moment. She didn’t understand what it was about Anthony Paulson that kept making her react to him in such a way. Yeah, he was fine as hell. But there was something else to it. She just hadn’t been able to put her finger on it just yet.
    “ There you go….you got it, Keeta. That’s how you do it. If you keep up that form, then I’m gonna be forced to convince you to enter our annual weight training fundraising event.”
    She would be lying if she said she wasn’t flattered by his words. “Annual fundraising event?”
    He nodded his head. “Yes. We put on a fundraiser every year to benefit the homeless in Houston and the surrounding areas. All of the Body Work Zones throughout the country hold one for their respective cities or towns.”
    She did another repetition of the arm movement, balancing the hand weight perfectly. She threw him a smile. “I take it you participate in the fundraiser?”
    He grinned. “In some form or another.” That was all he was able to share before their conversation was cut short.
    “ Uncle Tony!”
    LaKeeta couldn’t help but grin when a little brown-haired girl who looked to be no older than four or five ran over and wrapped her tiny arms around Anthony’s leg.
    A pretty woman with chestnut colored hair and deep gray eyes was chasing after the toddler. The woman looked so much like Anthony that LaKeeta immediately assumed that she was his sister. The woman frowned. “I’m sorry, Tony. Your little niece here broke away.”
    Anthony immediately bent down and scooped the little ball of energy into his arms. He tweaked the little girl’s nose with his index finger. He smiled. “You know there’s no running in this part of the center. Right Bella? You could get into an accident.”
    An apologetic expression quickly ran across the child’s adorable  face. “Sorry, Uncle Tony,” she lisped through her two missing front teeth.
    Anthony painted a stern look on his handsome face, but his eyes were still smiling. “Can you promise me that next time you’ll walk?”
    The child nodded her head in agreement. “Next time I walk. I prowmise.”
    LaKeeta grinned at the adorable way the little girl had mispronounced her words.
    The woman turned to LaKeeta. “Sorry to interrupt your workout.”
    LaKeeta shook her head, then smiled. “Oh. You’re fine.” She glanced up at the clock on the wall. “My session was over with two minutes ago. But, my wonderful trainer here —,” she pointed to Anthony, “— said that I owed him fifty bicep curls today….so here I stand.” She placed the weight onto the floor. “That was my last one.”
    The woman reached her palm out to LaKeeta’s for a handshake. “Oh, I’m Lauren. Your very insistent trainer happens to be my big brother.”
    LaKeeta smiled. “Oh, I figured as much. The family resemblance between you guys is