Arthur Jones Workout Book Novels & Stories

Ava’s POV Arthur stood a few feet away from me, his arms crossed, his golden eyes locked onto mine. He had the look of a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Again,” he said firmly. I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead. My body ached from hours of training. “Arthur, we’ve been at this forever.” He didn’t budge. “And we’ll keep going until you get it right.” Frustration bubbled inside me. “I don’t even know what I’m doing. How am I supposed to control something I don’t understand?”

"Now try again." Jill struggled with the armbars again and winced when he suddenly stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "You have to lean properly," he explained, pushing her back. "Upper arms horizontal, forearms vertical." His fingers brushed her arms, adjusting them, and shivers ran down her spine. “That's good, now squeeze slowly, breathing in. - Good, and slowly back, exhale.” As Jill followed his instructions, he stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, occasionally correcting her posture. His touch was gentle and caused a longing tug in her stomach. She had trouble ignoring it and concentrating on the exercise.

Garry grabbed his glass. She waited for Arthur to come but he wasn't stopping his pull-ups. She stood there with a tray while staring at him with her dove eyes. They were working out shirtless in the chilli morning and weren't even flinching. Arthur looked at her and saw how her cheeks were tinted pink due to cold. She was looking so cute like that. He stopped and grabbed the juice for himself so she could go inside the warm house. "Chief, can I ask you something?"

His eyes scanned us all like a wolf picking which sheep to bite first. "You're here to train," he said, voice deep and sharp. "Not to look pretty. You think because you wear a crest, you're worth something? Prove it." He started pacing. Slow. Heavy. "Push-ups. One hundred. Now." I hit the dirt. By twenty-five, my arms were jelly. By forty, my shirt stuck to my back like glue. By fifty, my chest burned. Around me, no one even slowed down. Rhys was cracking jokes between breaths. Leif barely looked winded. Torren grinned through every damn one like this was a game.

Arthur said while looking straight into my eyes. I swallowed hard and quickly looked away. Fate seemed to keep bringing Mr. Arthur and me together. But why now? I hadn't even reached my goal body yet. My original plan was to get close to him and charm him once I was in better shape. "In that case, Boss, I'll leave you two to it... Ma'am, Boss Arthur will take care of you. Don't worry, if Sir George is a good trainer, Boss is even better. You can tell from his body that he works out a lot. After all, he owns the place," the man joked before walking away.

Matt trailed his hands over the boy's tight young body and admired the smooth skin and straining muscles. Matt then said, "Do you see, Mr. Duncan? This exercise works your thighs, lower back, glutes, and core. This will help you stay fit and tight. You should get a good workout with this technique. I'm sure your daddy would be happy to help you with your workouts. I'll be sure to give him a full description of this technique sometime. Maybe I should show him. What do you think, Mr. Duncan, do you think your daddy would need to be shown how to help you work out like this?"

Well, I am going to make him like it. I was about to get off the bed, but I stopped when I saw Arthur on the balcony, drinking coffee. He’s only wearing gray sweatpants and not wearing a top. He is really taking care of his body. Despite his age, his muscles remain prominent, and the shape of his body is still beautiful. Those abs! So tempting, and I want to bite them. I bit my lip and pressed my thighs together because my body was starting to heat up again.

ARYN Today was Lorenzo's birthday and I had been overthinking what to give him as his present so I went to the inbuilt gym to take things off my mind. As expected, Lorenzo was there before me, half naked and training. I leaned against the cold metal of the squat rack, watching him finish his last set of curls. He was wearing a faded grey tank top clinging to the contours of his back and shoulders. The sight was distracting. Fuck, he was distracting. Every vein on his forearm stood out like blue wire under taut skin as he lowered the bar slowly, controlling the weight with infuriating precision.

“But the spread is inviting. Heath lifted his knees and Aislen squealed as she was lifted from the ground and felt Heath shake with laughter. Rhett realized his intention and slid his legs under Heath’s. Aislen dragged in a breath as Rhett guided both Heath and himself into her. “Not much traction,” Rhett commented as he leaned back on his elbows. Heath gripped Aislen’s hips and pushed her down as he thrusted up. “Enough,” he decided. “An ab workout,” Rhett grinned arching his hips. “Will need another swim after to wash off the sweat.”

Steven, Neil, and Beau’s doors are all closed. Archer’s, however, is halfway open. I can see as I approach that he’s working out. He’s lying down on his bench, with his feet planted on the floor, knees bent. He’s lifting a pair of dumbbells over his head. The muscles in his arms flex from the exertion. He huffs a harsh breath of air with each forward lift. Gods, he’s so fucking hot. He has on shorts, but that’s it. No shirt, no shoes. A sheen of sweat covers his body, making all those muscles glisten under the lights.