He closed the door behind him, the latch clicking softly, and let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing as the day’s tension ebbed. “That was a hell of a start,” he said, his voice gentle and warm, brushing a hand through her short, dark hair. “Fucking hell,” she rasped, her strokes steady, her slim hips rocking, her eyes tracing every flex. She squatted,Tie My Sister With Rope her slim legs shaking, her tank soaked, her arousal simmering as she watched him mirror her–forty pounds, his thighs flexing, his workout just beginning.

Ken smiled, gentle and encouraging, and led the way downstairs, his bare feet quiet, the compression shorts riding tight as he moved.