I stepped into the empty gym just before closing time, my designer yoga pants hugging my round ass and thick thighs while my tight cropped tank top showed off my flat stomach and full breasts.
At thirty four years old, I was a spoiled rich housewife with too much time and money. My husband was always traveling for business, leaving me bored and frustrated. I had joined this private gym two weeks ago mostly to show off my body and flirt, but the owner had been staring at me with hunger since day one.
The gym was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning. All the other members had already left. I saw him locking the front door. Jax. The cocky gym owner. He was thirty eight, tall and heavily muscled with thick arms covered in tattoos, a tight black tank top stretched across his
