The gym lights were dimmed after closing hours, leaving only the emergency strips and the wall of mirrors reflecting every angle of the empty space. Chloe wiped sweat from her brow, her tank top clinging to her full breasts. At 29, she had been pushing herself hard at the gym for months, but tonight’s private session with her trainer, Marcus, felt different.
Marcus was a beast, 6’4”, heavily muscled, with dark skin, short-cropped hair, and intense brown eyes that always seemed to see straight through her. He was professional… until tonight.
“You’ve been holding back on those squats,” he said, voice low and commanding as he stood behind her at the squat rack. “Drop the weight. We’re doing bodyweight today. I want to feel how deep you can really go.”
Chloe’s pulse quickened. The gym was t
