His Candy Cane by S.E. Law

My growly, gorgeous personal trainer gave me equipment to work with that was long, thick, heavy, and hard.
I’ve been teased about my large size since I was a kid.
So this Christmas season, I decide to take matters into my own hands.
The gym has always been my personal hell, but not anymore because I’ve hired a professional trainer.
What I didn’t expect is for my trainer to be so … huge.
Patrick Walker has muscles that go on for days, a six pack that bulges, and a glint in his eyes that says come and get your bad boy.
Plus, he keeps giving it to me non-stop.
The sit-ups, push-ups and pull-ups are absolutely killing me.
I strain and stretch, hoping to rid myself of my curves by December 25.
But what if my gorgeous trainer says he likes my hills and valleys? What if he says I look ripe and plush and ready for a candy cane because of them?
Will we do the taboo? Or will my trainer’s candy cane go uneaten?