Chapter 1: Iron and Heat
The gym was a ghost town at 11 p.m., the kind of quiet that made every clank of metal echo like a gunshot. Mia, a graphic designer with deadlines clawing at her sanity, had dragged herself here to burn off the stress. Her black leggings hugged every curve, her tank top already clinging to her skin from the warm-up. She wasn’t expecting company—until she saw him.
Jake, the personal trainer who looked like he’d been carved from granite, was wiping down equipment in the corner. His gray shorts did little to hide the bulge of muscle—or something else—as he moved with a predator’s grace. Mia caught herself staring, her breath hitching as she imagined what lay beneath. She shook it off, heading for the bench press. Focus, damn it.
‘Need a spot?’ Jake’s voice was rough, like he’d just rolled out of bed—or someone’s bed. He sauntered over, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught her eyeing him.
Mia arched a brow, setting the bar with more weight than she probably should’ve. ‘Only if you can keep up, big guy. I don’t need a babysitter.’
He chuckled, stepping behind her, his presence a wall of heat. ‘Oh, I keep up just fine. Question is, can you handle the pressure?’ His tone dipped, suggestive, as his hands hovered near the bar—and her.
She lay back, gripping the cold steel, her chest rising with each controlled breath. ‘Try me,’ she shot back, her voice laced with challenge. As she pushed the weight up, Jake’s eyes weren’t on the bar—they were on her, drinking in the way her body tensed, the slight sheen of sweat on her collarbone. She felt it, that electric pull, and damn if it didn’t make her core tighten.
‘Good form,’ he murmured, leaning closer, his breath hot on her neck. ‘But I bet you’re even better at other… positions.’
Mia’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she racked the bar with a clang. Sitting up, she turned to face him, her gaze locking with his. ‘Careful, Jake. Keep talking like that, and I might make you prove it.’
His smirk widened, and he stepped closer, the space between them crackling. ‘Name the time and place, sweetheart. I’m all about results.’
‘Locker room. Now,’ she said, her voice low, commanding. She didn’t wait for his response, striding past him with a sway in her hips that dared him to follow. Her heart pounded, not from the workout, but from the raw, hungry need building inside her. She could feel his eyes on her ass, and it only fueled her fire.
The locker room was dim, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and anticipation. Mia turned as Jake pushed through the door, his chest heaving slightly, his shorts straining even more now. She could see the outline of his hard cock, and it sent a jolt straight to her core.
‘Well?’ she taunted, stepping closer, her fingers brushing the hem of his shirt. ‘Gonna show me what you’ve got, or are you all talk?’
Jake’s hands were on her in an instant, gripping her tight ass with a roughness that made her gasp. ‘Oh, I’ve got plenty,’ he growled, pulling her against him so she could feel just how much. ‘And I’m betting that pussy of yours is already wet for it.’
‘Find out,’ she challenged, her voice dripping with defiance as she tugged at his waistband, her own body aching with need. Their lips crashed together, a battle of tongues and teeth, as they stumbled against the lockers, the metal cold against her back. She was ready to take everything he had—and give just as good as she got.
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