Sexy Gym Owner Lady - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The locker room was thick with steam and the scent of sweat, packed wall-to-wall with godlike specimens of masculinity. Everywhere I looked, rippling muscles flexed under glistening skin, towering figures moving with predatory grace. And the sheer size of them—every last inch—left me lightheaded.
My breath hitched, pulse hammering as my gaze dragged over the scene.
Dark fantasies surged—rough hands fisting in my hair, bruising grip on my waist, the brutal invasion of my mouth, my thighs forced wide—
Arousal coiled tight in my gut, my fingers inching lower—
SMACK!
The sharp crack of skin on skin reverberated through the room. Fire erupted across my ass, and I whirled to find Troy Lawrence looming behind me, eyes blazing.
"Pathetic little slut," he snarled. "No panties, sneaking in here to gawk at real men?" His grip bit into my hip. "You won't leave until you're sobbing my name."
In one motion, he hauled me up against him and carried me straight into the showers. Scalding water sluiced over my skin, plastering my clothes to my body.
Then they closed in—a wall of naked, sculpted muscle, dripping and hungry.
"Boss," one rumbled, voice rough, "you're overdressed."
Hands descended—tearing, stripping, claiming. Fingers dug into my flesh, pinching, stroking, leaving no inch untouched.
I shattered.
Being devoured like this—by so many at once—was beyond anything I'd imagined.
Yes. God, yes. Harder.
When one of them ground against my throbbing heat, a broken moan tore from my throat, my legs falling open in shameless surrender.
My breath hitched, pulse hammering as my gaze dragged over the scene.
Dark fantasies surged—rough hands fisting in my hair, bruising grip on my waist, the brutal invasion of my mouth, my thighs forced wide—
Arousal coiled tight in my gut, my fingers inching lower—
SMACK!
The sharp crack of skin on skin reverberated through the room. Fire erupted across my ass, and I whirled to find Troy Lawrence looming behind me, eyes blazing.
"Pathetic little slut," he snarled. "No panties, sneaking in here to gawk at real men?" His grip bit into my hip. "You won't leave until you're sobbing my name."
In one motion, he hauled me up against him and carried me straight into the showers. Scalding water sluiced over my skin, plastering my clothes to my body.
Then they closed in—a wall of naked, sculpted muscle, dripping and hungry.
"Boss," one rumbled, voice rough, "you're overdressed."
Hands descended—tearing, stripping, claiming. Fingers dug into my flesh, pinching, stroking, leaving no inch untouched.
I shattered.
Being devoured like this—by so many at once—was beyond anything I'd imagined.
Yes. God, yes. Harder.
When one of them ground against my throbbing heat, a broken moan tore from my throat, my legs falling open in shameless surrender.
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