Maybe a blazer, too, for good measure.”

She rolled her eyes, stabbing her chicken harder than needed, but the smirk lingered, a quiet amusement softening her edge. Third set, eighteen, his legs shaking, his breaths ragged, his hazel eyes locked on her bulge.

“Planks,” she rasped, dropping to her elbows–first set, thirty seconds, her slim frame shaking, her cock pressing hard, her tank dripping. She felt drained, her body weaker than she liked, but a persistent heat lingered, a stubborn ember she couldn’t douse.

“I’m going to get dressed,” Ken said, his voice–soft and warm–cutting through the quiet as he tossed his towel into the hamper. The black shorts hugged his wide hips, the hem brushing his toned thighs,Seduced and his dark blonde hair, still damp from the shower, fell loosely around his sharp cheekbones, catching the faint light.