Chapter 1: Spot Me, Stud
Mia’s heels clicked against the polished floor of the 24-hour gym, the city’s neon glow fading behind her as she pushed through the glass doors. It was past midnight, the kind of hour where stress clawed at her like a feral beast. As a corporate lawyer, her days were a battlefield of contracts and cutthroat deals, and tonight, she needed to sweat it out. The gym was nearly deserted, save for the faint hum of a treadmill and the clank of weights in the corner. That’s where she saw him—Jake, the rugged personal trainer she’d noticed before, all sinew and smirk, his tank top clinging to a body that looked carved from granite.
She tossed her gym bag down and strode over to the bench press, her tight leggings hugging every curve of her toned legs. Mia wasn’t here to play coy; she was here to dominate—both her workout and her desires. As she loaded the bar, Jake sauntered over, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Need a spot, counselor?’ he drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
‘I don’t need anything,’ Mia shot back, lying back on the bench, her sports bra straining as she gripped the bar. ‘But if you’re offering, don’t just stand there gawking.’
Jake chuckled, stepping behind her, his strong hands hovering just above the bar. ‘Oh, I’m not gawking. I’m appreciating. There’s a difference.’ His gaze flicked down her body, and she felt the heat of it, her skin prickling under his scrutiny. As she pushed the weight up, her muscles burning, she caught the unmistakable bulge in his shorts—his cock straining hard against the fabric. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t falter. If anything, it fueled her.
‘Keep your eyes on the bar, trainer boy,’ she teased, her voice dripping with challenge as she racked the weight. ‘Or are you too distracted to do your job?’
‘Distracted? Nah,’ Jake grinned, leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear. ‘I’m just wondering how a woman who looks like she could bench press my ego handles herself when she’s not in a suit.’
Mia sat up, wiping sweat from her brow, her chest heaving. ‘Stick around, and you might find out.’ Her eyes locked on his, a dare sparking between them. The air crackled, thick with unspoken want. She stood, her body brushing against his as she moved past him toward the mats. ‘Unless you’re all talk and no action.’
Jake’s laugh was dark, predatory. ‘Oh, I’m all action, Mia. Question is, can you keep up?’
She turned, her gaze raking over him, lingering on the hard outline in his shorts. Her pulse raced, a delicious heat pooling between her thighs. She was wet already, dripping with a need she hadn’t felt in months. ‘Try me,’ she purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing his chest as she dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘Because I’m not just here to lift weights.’
His eyes darkened, and in a flash, he closed the distance, his hand gripping her hip. ‘Good. Neither am I.’ Their lips were inches apart, the gym’s silence amplifying their ragged breaths. Mia’s fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him down as she sank to her knees right there on the mat, her intent clear. She was no damsel, no shrinking violet—she was a woman who took what she wanted. And right now, she wanted him.
To be continued...
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