Her voice at midnight was pure sexâlow, smoky, stripped bare of the crisp professionalism she wore like armor during the day. It slid over his skin like a tongue.
He stepped fully into the gym, the elevator doors whispering shut behind him.
"Impossible not to."
"Then quit pretending you werenât staring." She didnât turn, just held his gaze in the mirror while she shifted her grip on the bar, shoulders rolling in a way that made her breasts threaten to spill from the deep side cutouts. "Two weeks of stolen glances. Looking away the second I catch you. Like Iâm some fragile thing youâre afraid to break."
"I was being respectful."
"You were being fucking infuriating."
She sank into another squatâdeeper, slower, deliberately lewd. At the bottom she paused, thighs spread wide, back arched impossibly, ass pushed out until the bodysuit became nothing more than a thin grey string disappearing between slick, swollen lips.
A soft, breathy moan escaped herâbarely audible, but it punched straight to his cock.
"Do you have any idea what itâs like?" she continued, voice rough with frustration and raw hunger. "Training you every day. Hands on your sinful body.
Feeling the muscle I built harden
under my fingers. Watching you leave with those little girls who donât know
what to do with a man like you?"
"Theyâre notâ"
"Theyâre babies, Phei!"
She rose slowly, turning her head to look at him over one bare shoulder. The motion deepened her arch, presenting her ass to him like an offering. "And you bring them here. Make me train them too. Make me stand by while they touch what
Iâve wanted
to claim for whole two weeks. While touch
â
"
She stopped herself, lips parting on a shaky inhale.
Phei finished the thought for her, voice low and rough. "While they touch what you want buried deep inside you?"
Her eyes flaredâdark, molten.
"Yes."
A dark chuckle rumbled out of him, rich with amusement and raw desire.
The sound hit her like a physical caress. He saw it in the way her thighs pressed together, in the fresh flood of wetness darkening the fabric between her legs, in the way her breath caught and her nipples hardened visibly against the thin grey material.
He could see it all in the mirror: the sharp, involuntary hitch of her breath, the way her dark pupils blew wide with raw lust, the subtle clench of her thighs as they pressed together, chasing pressure against her aching clit. His voice had always been a weapon since the system kicked in (low, rough, laced with something primal that made women soak through their panties), but Valentinaâs reaction was feral.
Her body betrayed her in real time, nipples tightening to painful points against the thin grey fabric, a fresh sheen of sweat breaking across her chest.
"Something funny?" she forced out, aiming for cool defiance and landing somewhere closer to a needy whimper.
"Just you."
Phei stalked deeper into the gym, each slow step shrinking the space between them until the air felt thick, charged. "All that
polished professionalism
for two weeks, and the second you get me alone at midnight, it justâ" He let his hand drop lazily through the air. "âcrumbles. Youâre
wet
for me, arenât you?"
Her jaw flexed, a flush crawling up her throat.
"Iâve been patient."
"Youâve been fucking
desperate."
The word hit her like a slap and a caress at once. She swallowed hard, thighs shifting again.
"Iâve been waiting," she rasped. "Watching you parade those girls in here. Watching you pretend you didnât notice me bending over in front of you, pressing against you during spotting, letting my hands linger. Do you know how
many
men in this building would beg on their knees for one night with me? How many have offered everything they have for this body?"
"And yet here you are,"
he murmured, voice dropping even lower, "in a bodysuit so thin I can see your fat
pussy lips
printed against it, squatting at midnight like a bitch in heat, praying Iâd walk in."
Her breath stuttered. No denial came.
Because he was dead right, and the truth hung heavy between them.
Valentina turned her face back to the mirror, shoulders rolling as she settled the bar again. She dragged in a slow, shaky breath that made her heavy breasts strain against the deep side cutouts--fabric so damp now it clung transparently, the stiff peaks of her nipples and the dark hint of areolas completely visible.
"Watch me,"
she ordered, voice husky, trembling with hunger.
Not a plea. A demand.
"I havenât
stopped
watching for weeks."
"Then keep watching."
She sank into the squatâslow, filthy, deliberate. Thighs parting wide, back arching until her ass jutted out obscenely, the grey fabric pulling so tight between her legs that the mirror reflected every explicit detail: the swollen outline of her bare fat pussy, lips parted slightly by the seam, slick arousal darkening the material in a shameless wet patch that grew with every second she held the pose.
"Watch what youâve been ignoring,"
she breathed, voice ragged.
"What Iâve been serving up on a platter every goddamn session while you fucked around with your little princesses."
Phei didnât even try to hide his reaction.
Blood surged south, his cock thickening fast, pressing a heavy, obvious ridge against the front of his loose sweatpants. He was half-hard already and climbing, the sight of her spread and glistening in the mirror dragging a low growl from his chest.
Valentina saw it
instantly.
Her gaze dropped in the reflection, locking on the growing bulge. Triumph and pure, dizzy lust flashed across her face.
There it is.
The cock Iâve been fantasizing about.
The one sheâd ridden her fingers to every night for weeks, imagining it splitting her open, stretching her until she screamed. Even through the mirror, even half-hard, it looked massiveâlong, ridiculously thick, the outlined head already pushing insistently against the fabric as it swelled further under her stare.
Jesus fucking Christ,
she thought, a fresh rush of wetness flooding her core.
Itâs even bigger than I dreamed, bigger than the bulge in his gym pants Iâve been crazy about.
Heâs going to wreck me.
She tried to hold the squat, tried to cling to the last scraps of her control, but her mind was gone. All that existed was the mirrorâs cruel reflection of his crotchâthe heavy, lengthening ridge of his cock straining against those loose sweatpants, growing thicker, harder, right before her eyes.
She
imagined it bare
, imagined it splitting her open, imagined the stretch and the burn and the way sheâd scream when he finally buried himself to the hilt.
Her thighs shook uncontrollably.
Her perfect form cracked.
And then he was there.
Phei closed the distance in a heartbeatâno hesitation, no permission asked. One second he was watching her unravel; the next his big hands clamped around her narrow waist, steadying her as the bar wobbled dangerously.
"Careful," he growled low against her ear, hot breath fanning over her sweat-slicked neck.
But the way he stepped inâfuck.
Too close. Deliberately, unforgivably close.
As he guided her upright, his hips rolled forward and that thick, half-hard cock
slotted
perfectly between her
ass cheeks
like it belonged there. Not rubbing against the outsideâno, the thin grey fabric of her bodysuit had ridden so deep into
her crack
that his shaft nestled right into the bare divide, separated from her skin by only two useless layers of cloth.
She felt every burning inch of him: the
heavy weight,
the pulsing heat, the impossible girth pressing insistently against her, nudging upward until the swollen head kissed the small of her back.
Valentina stood frozen, breath ragged, his hands still gripping her waist like brands. His cock
throbbed
against her ass
, thickening further with every frantic beat of her heart. Her pussy clenched on nothing, a fresh rush of slick soaking the fabric already plastered to her folds.
She couldnât help it.
She pushed back.
A slow,
desperate grind
âjust a fraction, just enough to drag her ass along his
trapped length
, to feel that
fat shaft
slide deeper into her cleft, to feel the ridge of his crown catch against the bunched fabric over her tight little hole.
A raw,
shameless moan tore
from her throatâlow, broken, dripping with pure animal need.
A moan left her lips like a plea, like a prayer, like the first syllable of every filthy thing she wanted him to do to her.
And in the mirror, she watched his eyes darken to dark purple than usual, watched his control snap like a frayed cable.
The gym was silent except for their breathing.
"Pheiâ"