Amanda wiped down the last treadmill with a clean cloth, the quiet hum of the empty gym wrapping around her like a secret. At twenty-nine, she had a body built for movement — thick, juicy thighs, a soft round ass that filled out her black leggings perfectly, and heavy breasts that strained against her tight sports bra and cropped tank top. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and a light sheen of sweat made her skin glow under the bright gym lights.
She had only been working at this high-end gym for two weeks, but she already loved the late shifts. The place cleared out fast after her last evening class, leaving her alone with the machines and the mirrors that lined every wall.
Except tonight, she was not completely alone.
Ryan was still there.
He was thirty-six, tall and po
