“This feels alive,” he said, voice warm, walking a few steps, the hose shifting with him, a bold whisper against his skin that made him grin–sharp, confident, ready to be seen. “Fine,Beautiful Girl ” she muttered, brushing past him toward the door. “Stroke harder,” he ordered, eyes on her in the mirror, watching her hand speed up, her knuckles whitening.

She groaned, her voice rough, her slim hips bucking into her fist as she stared–his biceps, his towering frame, the satin gleaming. “Hey, why don’t you take me through a workout? Show me what this body can really do.”

She blinked, her hands dropping from his waist, her face–his face–shifting to surprise.