Ready Or Not Trainer Fling 95%

The gym was empty except for the two of them.

He didn’t.

“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, but his hand found her waist anyway. ready or not trainer fling

By morning, they both knew nothing would be the same. Ready or not.

Lena wiped sweat from her brow, chest heaving after the last set. Across the mat, her trainer, Marcus, stood with arms crossed, jaw tight. The gym was empty except for the two of them

She smirked, stepping closer. “Then maybe you should spot me better.”

“You’re rushing,” he said. “Ready or not, that form’s going to get you hurt.” By morning, they both knew nothing would be the same

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“Then stop,” she whispered.

The tension that had been building for weeks—glances held too long, hands lingering on a stretch—snapped.