My thighs burned the second I sank into position. Smaller than the main gym, no windows, just rows of mats, low lighting, and equipment lined up with military neatness. Gay sex His package was outlined so clearly now it didn’t feel like clothing. Just: start.I rolled my shoulders out, still watching him for a second before moving to the edge of the mat. He just motioned to the wall bars.“Wall sits. Didn’t even grunt. Anything.But he just told me to move into the next drill.Again. The sweat on his forearms caught the light, and the scent of it reached me—sharp, clean, masculine. Smaller than the main gym, no windows, just rows of mats, low lighting, and equipment lined up with military neatness. Casper kept me low to the ground for most of it, hips open, thighs shaking, shoulders down. If you want to.”My entire body went hot.My brain screamed at me to hesitate. “Yeah.”“Good. It was silent except for the squeak of his bare feet against the mat and the soft pull of fabric as he shifted.He didn’t look at me right away.I swallowed, heart pounding as I set my bag down near the door.Casper finally spoke without turning.
