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  CRAVING HER CURVES

  THE COMPLETE SERIES

  ERIN HAVOC

  Amber

  Being a size fourteen never mattered.

  Not until I nailed my dream job and my colleagues start pestering me.

  I’m so regretting going to the gym…

  That is… Until I see him.

  Mark

  I’m her personal trainer. I should be professional.

  I’m way older than her. I should keep my mind in the game.

  Then why can’t I take my eyes off her?

  The only thing I’m able to focus on is making her mine.

  1

  * * *

  AMBER

  I am so not ready for this.

  As soon as the receptionist gives me my driver’s license back, I regret my decision. My legs move on their own and I walk into the main space of the gym I just registered in.

  I’ve never exercised. Apart from mandatory PE, when I couldn’t pretend I had cramps just so the teacher would let me off the hook, I had never exercised. There’s a long list of reasons I’ve never been into it. As a red-headed, my face gets beet red at the mere mention of exercising. It’s embarrassing as hell.

  Also the looks . I’m getting them now as I weave my way between pieces of equipment and avoid meeting anyone’s eyes. As if I didn’t belong here. As if they couldn’t understand what the hell is a girl like me doing in a place like this.

  Yes, I’m a curvy girl. But I’ve never had a problem with it. My health is in perfect shape, I hardly ever get a cold, and I love having big boobs. Having rolls was never a problem. I dealt with the looks and ignored them. I laughed at the face of whoever made fun of me in school.

  But last year I graduated, and this past March I got my first real job. Amber Cline, Graphic Designer, pleased to meet you. I’m the one who designed my own business card and my website and, on the side, I do calligraphy and post pictures on my Instagram. I love it. Art is my jam.

  The thing about doing art as a day job is — you’ll probably have to deal with people. Worst, with people you cannot just flip a finger to.

  My colleagues curl their noses when I choose to have a cheeseburger with them. They suggest I should go for the salads. Some pointed I shouldn’t drink beer. Some said I should cut on desserts when everyone’s getting ice cream.

  I tried to laugh it off. I tried to be polite and tell them I’m alright, my health is fine, I have no diabetes history in my family. Silly me thought they were worried about my health.

  But they never are. People that judge appearances are only worried about appearances. They’re not really worried about me.

  And even knowing that, the words started to gnaw at me. At my strong — or so I thought — wall of confidence. It came crumbling down. I caught myself judging what I was going to eat so my colleagues wouldn’t bother me.

  Even knowing this is wrong, I couldn’t help the melancholy.

  And here I am. Walking to my new personal trainer’s office so I can start on this new path to lose weight so I can eat whatever I want.

  I’m early for the appointment with him, so I stand awkwardly next to the closed door. There are still looks being shot my way, so I pull my phone and try to distract myself. My heart hammers inside my chest, and I already feel my cheeks warming up.

  Biting back the regret, I wait.

  What makes me look up is the sequence of greetings. Someone enters the gym and greets every single person in the room. Snapping my eyes up, I see who it is.

  Oh.

  Just the most handsome man ever created.

  My heart jumps to my throat and I have to force it down. My cheeks flare up, and as hard as I will them to stop it, it’s to no use. My whole face warms up all the way to my neck.

  I’ve never seen a man like this. I never even thought it was possible.

  He’s tall, way taller than me, and has broad shoulders. He’s muscular, but not those fake muscles I can see in pretty much every other men in this place. His are lean and fit as an athlete. Even if he looks like a model.

  Dark eyes meet mine, and I have to grit my teeth.

  This man is a god.

  And he’s walking my way.

  I grip my phone as he slowly opens a grin. A perfect set of white teeth as one of his hands goes up to his dark blond hair. The other shoots out at me as soon as he’s close enough.

  “You must be Amber. I’m your new instructor.”

  2

  * * *

  MARK

  I had an appointment today with a new student. That’s the usual, I have one of those thrice a week. I’ve been working as a personal trainer for the past ten years, so new students are not a reason for my heart to beat out of rhythm.

  Which is exactly what it’s doing now as this woman curls her small fingers around mine and shakes my hand.

  “Yes, that’s me. Amber Cline.”

  “Mark Evans.” I greet her back, keeping the smile on my face. For some reason, I can’t drop it.

  Nearing forty years old, and my heart beats like a jackhammer inside my chest. Her hand on mine is tiny and sends a jolt up my arm.

  Who is this woman?

  She’s gorgeous. Damn, she’s definitely the most beautiful creature ever created. Big green eyes on a cherub face, freckles sprinkled across her pink cheeks. Her hair is of a rusty red, pulled back in a ponytail.

  And she’s got curves for days.

  I’m still shaking her hand after a solid minute but she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s blinking up at me as if she’s just noticed something.

  Yes, I’m feeling that too. I know not what it is.

  My mouth is dry, and though the warmth of her hand is sending a shiver up my arm, I’m hot all over. I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful face, and my pulse thrums.

  Also, I may have developed a serious hard-on.

  “It’s your first time, right?” I finally manage past my lips.

  She blinks and her face turns a darker shade of red. “Excuse me?”

  “On this gym,” I add, laughter bursting from me. “I’m sorry, that came out all wrong.”

  She laughs along, and the sound makes something tilt in me. I want to hear more about it. I want to hear all the kinds o
f laughter she has if they’re all as rich as this one. The giggles and the chortles and all the possible sounds she can make.

  All of them.

  She shakes her head. “It’s alright. Yeah, it’s my first time, in this gym and any other gym.”

  I take her in once more. She must exercise at home and is now looking for some professional help. Once my gaze reaches her legs, I’m sure she exercises at home. She has amazing, thick thighs and I’m dying to take a look at her ass.

  “Why don’t we talk in my office?” I motion for the door with my free hand.

  The other is still holding onto hers. Once I notice, I let her go, though unwillingly. She smiles softly and enters the office as I open the door for her.

  Fucking hell. Her ass is amazing.

  The sight sends a clear message to my brain, and my body is completely focused on wanting this woman. My cock throbs.

  I stride and sit behind my desk to hide it.

  “Please, have a seat,” I motion to the chair across from me as I read into her entry form. Skimming over her info, I flip the page to take notes on the other side. I have to grit my teeth and force myself into professional mode to keep this going. “So what are you looking for, Amber? Some particularity in lifting weights?”

  She licks her lips, and I follow the motion, my mouth watering. “Actually, I’m here to lose weight. I’ve never done anything like this, so I’m not sure where to begin.”

  Her words drift into my brain and I turn them over in my mind.

  “I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood you. You’re here to lose weight?”

  She nods, looking away. I notice she’s twisting her fingers. I frown.

  She’s ashamed. Yes, she’s embarrassed about being here. I can read her like an open book, and it’s clear she’s embarrassed by talking about her weight.

  “Amber,” my voice grows hoarse and I clear my throat before moving on. “Amber, you surely don’t need to lose weight.”

  Her eyes flash at me and her brows knit. “That’s kind of you, but there’s no need to lie. Of course I need to lose weight.”

  “Did your doctor told you to?” Worry churns in my chest. “Are you sick?”

  Her whole countenance changes, her brows shooting up. “No. No, my health is great. It’s just for… aesthetic purposes.”

  I scoff. Surely she’s kidding me.

  But she just blinks innocently at me, still pressing her fingers together.

  “Amber, aesthetic purposes? You look fantastic.”

  Her cheeks grow pink again, and I put that on the list of things I adore in this woman. That shade of pink across her face.

  My dick still hasn’t gone down, so I avoid the thought of her face flushed for other reasons.

  “Thank you. Still, I’d like to start an exercise routine.”

  “Very well. Then let’s pull some weight. Build some muscle.” I take some notes on the back of her form. “I’ll create a routine so you can come twice a week, let your muscles rest in between, and in a couple of weeks you start with some cardio if you’d like it.” I tap my chest as I look up at her. “For your heart. Not your weight. Your weight is fine and people don’t notice it, but dropping down the minimum weight can get you into trouble.”

  She crosses her legs and leans forward, her eyes on the form. “What kind of trouble?”

  “Your organs work on energy. If you’re not giving it enough food, your organs will start to fail. You’ll get sick more frequently, and the diseases are harder to heal.” I shrug, “We do have several people who would rather be slim than healthy, and that’s not right. Besides, this whole skinny business is just a trend. Trends change. In the fifties, being curvy was big shit.”

  I look up to meet her eyes, and they’re wide, taking me in. Her plump lips are half-open.

  Damn, what have I gotten myself into? My heart is skipping a beat again. I went and ran my mouth and I must have bored her to death.

  But by the way she’s looking at me, she’s not bored. She’s looking at me with something on her eyes. A glint.

  As if she’s recognizing me.

  And it’s not like we’ve met before. No, I’m feeling it too. It’s that feeling when you’ve been looking for something for forever, and it’s finally in front of you.

  I finally can put a finger on it. On why I’m feeling this odd way.

  I have fallen in love with this woman.

  Love at first sight, even before I had said my name to her. Love at first touch.

  It took me a moment to notice because I have never felt anything like this before. I have never been in love. And to feel like this for someone I barely know?

  Hard to believe. Hard to accept, but I can only think of destiny.

  This woman is my destiny.

  She leans back on her chair. “So where do we begin?”

  For a moment, I think she’s talking about us. I’m about to suggest we should begin with a kiss and a ride to my place so I can claim her, but then I notice she’s talking about the exercises.

  Clearing my throat, I stand. “Warm up. Then we’ll do some leg exercises.” The smile on my face still hasn’t dropped as I motion for the door. “After you.”

  She stands and smiles at me, turning to walk out. Her smile warms me to the tips of my toes, and I force myself to focus on this. On not screwing this up.

  This woman is going to be mine. She just has to figure it out.

  3

  * * *

  AMBER

  Mark walks me around the gym, showing me where the showers are, and the lockers, and suggests me bringing a towel and water bottle. I nod him on, put my phone and wallet on a locker, then follow him to the warm-up area.

  I take this time to calm myself down. My heart is beating like crazy and my cheeks are permanently flushed around him. I must be looking so silly. A nervous mess next to this impressive man.

  As I follow him, I let my gaze wander down his muscular back. His muscles are on show through the thin shirt, glued to his skin, and I curl my fingers to keep myself from touching him.

  I don’t know what’s gotten into me. A horny demon, for sure. I want to run my fingers through the soft strands of his hair. Down the side of his cheek, and over the stubble of beard on his chin. He towers over me and I wonder how it would feel like for him to take me in his arms…

  Shaking my head, I follow his lead, bringing my ankle up behind me to press against my butt-cheek, stretching the muscles of my thigh. As I do that, avoiding his burning gaze, my eyes meet a bulge in his pants. It might be his phone but…

  Nope, not his phone.

  Good Lord. Is that him?

  I’m hyperventilating all over again.

  He doesn’t seem to notice my fluster, as he goes on to guide me through the importance of tucking my tummy in when doing exercises not to hurt my back, and for how long I should stretch my muscles. He’s professional and diligent, going through the details of repetitions and the importance of letting the muscles rest.

  I’m hoping I won’t make a fool of myself with the exercises because I’m so distracted. Interlacing my fingers together and pulling them back behind myself, I pull my chest up, imitating him.

  Mark’s dark gaze drops to my breasts. Something flickers in his eyes.

  Something that looks a lot like lust.

  But I can’t let myself go there. That’s a foolproof way of breaking my heart. Mark’s already proved he’s a good guy since everyone here seems to like him. He’s kind, so very kind telling me I look great when it’s in his interest to tell me the opposite. I feared my personal trainer would be rude as so many people before, telling me I’m supposed to run on the treadmill for the rest of my life and just close my mouth. But not Mark. He’s been so very gentle to this moment.

  And he’s incredibly hot. Hot guys don’t want girls like me. Hot guys want skinny girls to look good beside them. He’s way out of my league.

  He tears his gaze up to my face and there’s a vein popping on his
temple. His mouth opens, but no sound comes for a moment.

  Mark’s confusing me like hell. My rational brain tells me guys like him don’t even look twice my way. But his gaze is on me all the time, and I can’t stop wanting him to look more at me.

  And I want him to touch me. To take me.

  There’s this strange feeling on the pit of my stomach. I’ve dated, yeah, but no man has ever swept me off my feet like that. No man gave me these chills as he looks at me.

  The heat of his fingers is still engraved on my skin as a bright flame. I want his hands on me. Everywhere.

  Whatever this is, it’s different.

  And I think he might just be feeling the very same.

  4

  * * *

  MARK

  I’m not myself today.

  No, I’m someone else. Someone new.

  There’s a new facet of me I’ve never met, and Amber has been the one to awaken it. As I guide her to the first equipment of her series of exercises, I let that fact sink in. The fact that I’m feeling this way for a woman I barely know.

  I show her how to do a squat and watch her do her series. I remind her of keeping a straight back, but I immediately regret the choice of this exercise for her. The press of her amazing ass behind her is making my cock hurt. I drop my hands to my pockets, trying to be discreet, because I know there’s no way I’m willing that steel rod down.

  No, I’m sure it’s going to be rock-hard for the whole time I’m near this woman.

  She’s awoken a beast inside me. A hungry, feral creature that needs to take her. She’s ignited a flame in me that’s burning for her, and her only.

  No one holds a candle to the forest fire that’s this woman.

  She breezes through the first exercises though her cheeks are a warm shade of red. Her half-open lips blow air out at the right moments, and the heaving of her chest mesmerizes me.

  I’m leaning towards changing the exercises and having her do some bicep curls instead of squats, but that wouldn’t be fair to her. She deserves the best of trainings, and the fact I’m sporting the most painful pair of blue balls of my life is not her fault.