“Baby…” I lean forward, elbows on my knees, letting the smirk grow. “You’re a weight I wanna lift right now.”
She laughs softly and muffled, as if she’s trying not to give me the satisfaction. “Oh my God, does that line really work?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and tug her closer until she’s between my knees. “You’re still blushing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.” My voice drops as I look up at her. “Come here, dollface.”
She shakes her head as if she’s resisting, but I recognize her tells—her slight hesitation, the way her knees turn inward toward me. Then, she does exactly what I’m hoping for: she swings one leg over my lap and settles on me.
Her thighs press warmly against my hips. My hands find the curve of her ass, and my thumbs slip just under the hem of her shorts. The tank gapes a little when she leans forward, giving me the perfect view straight down her shirt.
“Maverick,” she whimpers, even as her fingers brush over my bare chest.
“What?” My hands flex, dragging her closer until there’s no space left between us. “We can pack after.”
“After what?”
“After I make you scream loud enough so the neighbors can hear.” My mouth finds her jaw, the rasp of my morning stubble catching on her skin. “And then I’ll still fuck you one more time for good measure.”
She tilts her head like she’s going to say something smart, but my hands are already sliding up under her thin tank, palms skimming the line of her waist until I’ve got her tits in my hands.
Fuck, I feel the cool brush of metal against my thumbs.
I grin, looking up at her with pure trouble. “God, these piercings were the best decision you’ve ever made, dollface.”
My mouth is on her instantly as my tongue flicks over the barbell through her nipple before I close my lips around it, sucking slow and deep until she lets out this quiet, broken sound that goes straight to my cock. I drag my teeth over her just enough to make her breath hitch, my free hand massaging the other breast, rolling the piercing between my fingers.
Her nails scrape over my shoulders, digging in, pulling me closer. I switch to her other nipple, sucking harder this time, savoring the way her back arches into me like she can’t help it.
The kiss that follows isn’t sweet—just teeth and tongue, her lips wet and swollen against mine, the taste of her still lingering.
I break away long enough to mumble against her mouth, “You know you’re not leaving this gym without me making a mess of you, right?”
Before she can respond, my hands are under her thighs, hauling her up. She gasps, instinctively wrapping her legs around my waist, but I’m already moving us across the room.
The mirror takes up the entire wall, and I stop just shy of it, letting her slide down my body until her bare feet hit the mat. I spin her to face the glass, keeping my hand on the back of her neck and the other gripping her hip.
“Look,” I tell her, my voice rough in her ear. “Look at what I do to you.”
Her reflection stares back at me, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, and her lips swollen from our kiss. My body is a wall behind hers, sweat glistening on my chest as it’s pressed against her back, my shorts doing nothing to hide how hard I am.
I bend her slightly at the waist, my hand splayed low on her stomach, feeling her breathe. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
She tries to glare at me in the mirror, but it doesn’t land when her lips part like that.
“Uh-huh,” I say, smirking at our reflection. “That’s what I thought.”
Her breathing is already uneven, chest rising and falling more quickly under my palm. I slide my hand lower, over the band of her shorts, my fingers teasing the waistband but not slipping underneath.
“Eyes up, baby,” I murmur into her ear, my gaze fixed on hers in the mirror. “Don’t look at me, look at us.”
Her lashes flutter, but she obeys, meeting my eyes in the reflection. Her small act of submission makes my grip on her tighten.
“That’s it,” I say, my voice lowering. “Watch the way I touch you. Watch the way your body reacts to me.”
My hand finally slips into her shorts, sliding past the cotton, and fuck, she’s drenched. My fingers glide over her, slow at first, just enough to make her hips jerk.
