Or Not Trainer Fling: Ready

By morning, they both knew nothing would be the same. Ready or not.

“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, but his hand found her waist anyway.

“Then stop,” she whispered.

The gym was empty except for the two of them.

Lena wiped sweat from her brow, chest heaving after the last set. Across the mat, her trainer, Marcus, stood with arms crossed, jaw tight. ready or not trainer fling

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She smirked, stepping closer. “Then maybe you should spot me better.” By morning, they both knew nothing would be the same

He didn’t.