The gym was still mostly empty when I returned the next morning at 6:30 AM. The heavy metal doors felt heavier than usual as I pushed them open.
My body was still sore from yesterday’s brutal session with Jax Voss. My p***y and ass ached with a deep, constant throb, my thighs burned from the endless squats and thrusts, and faint bruises marked my hips where his strong hands had gripped me too hard.
Yet I was dripping wet before I even reached the private training room.
Jax was already inside, waiting.
He stood in the center of the black-matted floor wearing only black compression shorts that did nothing to hide the massive bulge between his legs.
His upper body was bare, every muscle carved and glistening under the harsh lights. Sweat already beaded on his chest and abs. His steel-g
