Page 55 of Gym With Benefits

As he continued to devour me with his scalding stare, a cold spike of self-consciousness hit me. A reminder of the soft spots I’d spent weeks trying to incinerate on the gym floor for Amberleigh’s impending bridal nightmare. I folded my arms over my chest reflexively.

“What’re you doing?” He reached out and closed his fingers around my wrists again, peeling them back.

I kept my mouth shut, looking at everything except him.

“You’re beautiful.” He nibbled my earlobe, his breath a heat wave against my skin. His hand mapped my body, tracing the dip of my waist and the flare of my hips with a worshipful touch.“I spend half my time at the gym trying not to get caught staring at you. You're hot. Annoying as fuck, but hot.”

I rolled my eyes, but a heady, sweet coil of arousal unspooled in my lower belly as the warmth of his approval melted the last of my reservations. The contrast between his usual snark and this intimate reverence felt intoxicating.

He moved lower, his lips brushing the curve of my breast before his mouth closed over my stiff nipple.

A jolt shot through me, curling around my swollen clit.

“So fucking beautiful.” He sucked and fondled me there, his tongue swirling around the peak until I arched my spine for more.

And the thrill of the setting heightened every sensation. Anyone could come out here at any time and catch us in the act. Every echo of a distant car horn down below made my pussy throb.

Dane bucked his hips, the hard length of his cock striking the center of my heat through the layers of our clothes, a deliberate reminder of the mass waiting for me. I recalled it perfectly. How big it looked in the locker room that day, even though he wasn’t hard.

If I were honest with myself, I’d wanted him inside me since that day. The petty gym drama served as an excellent distraction, a shield to keep me from admitting I wanted to climb him like a tree. Now, the shield lay on the floor with my crop top, and we were a few strips of synthetic fabric away from me getting what I wanted.

I pulled off his shirt and sent it flying over the headrest into the back seat. My palms found the solid landscape of his chest, sliding down the hard planes of his obliques to the soft cotton of his shorts. The silhouette of his cock pressed into my hand frombase to tip, and I curled my fingers around the shape of him. He twitched against my palm, hot and pulsing with a blazing heat that seeped through the material and into me. The enclosed cabin became a greenhouse, a layer of condensation graying out the side windows.

The piercing ding of an elevator door echoed on our level, followed by the murmur of approaching voices.

My hand stilled on his crotch as I strained to trace the sound. Muscles locked, ready to throw myself off his lap into the footwell at the first sign of a security uniform. Despite the obvious trepidation, my body had a mind of its own, and a fresh surge of arousal spilled out of me.

Dane locked his hand over mine, and guided me right back into a steady stroke over his cock. “I don't give a fuck about who's out there.”

The primal necessity in his tone shattered the remaining caution in my brain. He was right. Fuck whoever was out there. This was far more important. I shimmied out of my tights and underwear at the same time, but he stopped me from discarding them on the floor. With a flick of his fingers, he snapped my underwear, and with a devilish glint in his eyes, hooked it over the rearview mirror.

“Much better,” he said with a wink.

I settled back over his thighs, and his hands clamped onto my hips to expose my pussy to him. A hoarse groan left his throat when he saw the glistening slick waiting there.

My mind took a quick, cynical detour to the weights room an hour ago, where things had started with Brock. Dane didn't need that piece of information. The total absurdity of my current situation hit me. I’d managed to collect the three most sought-after physical specimens in the Capitol Fitness ecosystem, and all of them wanted to disassemble me with equal fervor.

“Your first time coming in a Bronco, huh?” Dane murmured.

He slid two fingers between my slick folds, his thumb finding my clit with an expert, circular friction. I nodded, biting my lower lip as his hand worked.

“We're gonna have to make it memorable, then.”

He drove his fingers deep inside my pussy. My one hand slapped flat against the steamy glass of the driver’s window, while my other dug into the dense muscle of his shoulder for leverage. He established a fast, hard tempo that shook my thighs, his fingers curving inside me, his shallow breath ghosting across my cheek.

“You’re gonna fall apart right here, babe. Right on my hand.”

A needy whine fell from my lips as I tried to move to his pace. It was hopeless. My co-ordination was wrecked.

Footsteps sounded outside, much closer than the previous voices. They were accompanied by the distinct beep of a car alarm unlocking.

My pussy clamped down around his fingers, the risk of getting caught squeezing my walls tight. Arousal flowed from my core, coating his hand in the evidence of how turned on I was. Dane let out a low, amused laugh against my throat, fully aware of how the public setting weaponized my own body against me. He sped up his stroke, curling his fingers to press against my G-spot with every deep plunge.

When I came, it was with a force that fragmented my vision. I shook and quivered through a dizzying sequence of spasms as my hand squeaked down the window, leaving a sweaty trail in the mist gathered there.

“Show-off,” Dane teased, his throat tight with his own restraint as he kept up the friction through the tail end of my release. “Look at you. So fucking hot when you come for me.”

“You made it easy,” I hummed.