The gym is empty, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound. I wipe the sweat from my forehead, the tank top sticking to my skin as I sit on the weight bench.

“Still here?” his voice comes from behind me, deep and teasing. I turn to see him leaning against the doorframe, his shirt damp and clinging to his chest.

“Couldn’t resist,” I reply, giving him a playful smile.

He steps closer, his gaze traveling over me in a way that makes my pulse race. “Neither could I,” he says, his voice low.

Before I can respond, he’s in front of me, his hands braced on either side of the bench. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his eyes locking onto mine.

I don’t hesitate, reaching up to pull him down to me. His lips crush against mine, the kiss desperate and heated. He lifts me effortlessly, pressing me against the mirrored wall, his hands roaming over me as our breaths come faster.

“Do you know how good you look like this?” he growls, his voice thick with desire.

The thought of being caught, of someone walking in, only fuels the fire as he pulls my legs around his waist and makes me forget everything but the feel of him.