Chapter 1: The Unexpected Reunion
The gym smelled of iron and sweat, a familiar tang that hit me as I pushed through the glass doors. I hadn’t been back here in months, not since Chrissy and I split. But there she was, in the corner by the free weights, her body a sculpted masterpiece of raw power. Her biceps flexed as she curled a dumbbell, veins popping under her tanned skin, and her tank top clung to every curve of her newly chiseled frame. My breath caught. She’d always been fit, but this? This was a fucking goddess.
I tried to play it cool, adjusting my headphones and heading for the treadmill, but her eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. A smirk curled her lips, and she dropped the weight with a deliberate thud, striding over with a predator’s grace. ‘Well, damn, look who crawled back,’ she said, her voice low and teasing, dripping with challenge. ‘Thought you’d forgotten how to lift after I left you.’
I grinned, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow that hadn’t even formed yet. ‘And I thought you’d forgotten how to talk, Chrissy. Guess we’re both wrong. You’ve been busy, huh? What’s with the Hulk routine?’
She laughed, a sharp, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my core. ‘Oh, honey, this ain’t no routine. This is power. You wouldn’t last five minutes under me now.’ Her eyes glinted, daring me, and I felt my pulse spike. She stepped closer, her scent—sweat mixed with something sweet like vanilla—hitting me hard. ‘Wanna test that theory?’ she purred, her hand brushing my arm, fingers lingering just long enough to make my skin burn.
‘Careful, Chrissy,’ I shot back, my voice steadier than I felt. ‘I might just pin you down and remind you who’s got the real stamina.’
Her smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips inches from mine. ‘Big talk for a guy who’s already sweating just looking at me. Bet you’re getting hard just thinking about what these muscles could do to you.’ She flexed her arm right in front of me, the bulge of her bicep making my mouth go dry. Fuck, she wasn’t wrong. I was already half-gone, my cock stirring in my shorts, and she knew it.
‘Maybe I am,’ I admitted, stepping closer so our bodies nearly touched. ‘But I bet that pussy of yours is already wet, thinking about how I’d feel under you. Or on top. Dealer’s choice.’
Her eyes darkened, a flash of raw hunger crossing her face. ‘Oh, you’re gonna regret that mouth of yours,’ she growled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the locker room with a grip like steel. My heart pounded as we slipped inside, the door slamming shut behind us. She shoved me against the wall, her body pressing into mine, all hard muscle and heat. ‘I’m gonna make you beg for it,’ she whispered, her breath hot on my neck, her hand sliding down to grip my ass.
I groaned, already panting, my hands roaming her back, feeling every ridge of her strength. ‘Bring it, Chrissy. I’m fucking horny for it.’ Her lips crashed into mine, fierce and demanding, and I knew this was just the start. Her fingers teased lower, and I could feel her smirk against my mouth as she found me rock hard, dripping with need. This was gonna be explosive.
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