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When my orgasm loomed, it was so overwhelming I was nearly afraid of it.

He groaned as I tightened that much more around him. “Let it go, baby. I’ve got you.”

Having no other choice but to obey, I let go and there was no going back. I rode the wave of no return with an adulation I’d never felt until now. It was as though a dam broke and everything I’d been up to until now, everything I thought I’d understood, was washed away. It was just Travis, just us.

His low growl registered moments later as he rumbled his release, his body collapsing onto mine.

I held him tight, wrapping as much of his big body in my arms as I could as we panted for breath.

He pulled away slightly, his forehead pressed to mine. “That was crazy.” He grinned, his breathing still labored. “I knew it’d be good with us, but shit,” he marveled. “The only regret I have is that we can’t stay in bed all day and do that over and over again.”

“Something to look forward to.” I grinned up at him.

****

After showering, a quick breakfast, and a walk for Able where Travis didn’t drop my hand once, we headed off to Talon.

It was located on the industrial side of town, and I watched with building curiosity as we pulled through a gate and drove into the underground parking garage of what looked like a massive building.

A quick elevator ride later we stepped into a large, open-concept office space. Aside from a sleek conference room to the right, the rest of the space was open, with several desks lining both sides of the wall.

Despite it being Sunday, Theo and Declan both sat at desks, intent on whatever they were working on.

“The gym’s back there.” Travis gestured toward the far back wall where a door sat propped open. “There’s a kitchen and a room for the guys to crash if need be, as well,” he added.

I looked around the incredible space, realizing for the first time how successful Travis really was.

“Unfortunately, there aren’t any yoga mats in the gym.” Theo sighed theatrically, a teasing glint in his eye.

The last few times I’d seen him, he’d been so serious. Despite it meaning that he was giving me shit, I was glad to see the old Theo.

I raised a brow. “Oh yeah? Maybe you should change that. Yoga is a killer workout.”

“Right,” Theo scoffed.

“You wanna bet?” I challenged.

Declan sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, watching our exchange. Travis simply shook his head beside me.

“Hell yes, I want to bet,” Theo replied enthusiastically.

How had I known he’d say that?

“Fine. I’ll lead you in a class. If you’re not sore the next day, I’ll....” I searched for a good term for our bet.

“You’ll do our PT workout with us,” Theo finished for me.

“PT?” I looked to Travis in confusion.

He grinned down at me. “Physical training,” he reminded me.

The competitor in me wanted to say I’d do that anyway, but instead I responded with a simple. “Fine. If I win, you have to come to my class every day for a week.”

Theo clapped his hands together. “Hell, yes. When are we doing this?”

“I have classes all week. Pick one that works for you.” I shrugged.

“What if I choose a beginners class?” Theo dared me.