CHAPTERS 2
BROOKE
He steps me onto the belt, hits start.
“Warm-up jog. Nice and easy.”
I start jogging. His hands settle on my hips, thumbs stroking the skin just above my waistband.
“Feel that?” he murmurs. “That’s me deciding how hard tonight’s gonna be.”
First sprint hits. I explode forward.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Run for me. Show me how bad you want it.”
Thirty seconds of hell, lungs burning, ass bouncing. Recovery hits and his hand slips straight into my shorts again.
“Look at you,” he taunts, two fingers sliding inside slow. “Soaked already and we’re only on round one. You get this wet for every trainer, or just the one who tongue-f****d you on your own yoga mat?”
“Just you,” I gasp, hips rocking shamelessly onto his hand.
“Liar,” he teases, curling his fingers hard. “Be
