Chapter 8: Gym Locker Room Tease

9:15 p.m. The apartment building’s private gym sat empty, fluorescent tubes humming overhead like distant insects. Rubber mats still carried the faint rubber-and-sweat tang of the day’s workouts. Metal lockers lined one wall, cool and silent. The main lights had been killed; only the emergency strips cast long shadows across the tiled floor.

Mia waited inside the locker room, heart drumming against her ribs. Tiny black workout shorts hugged the swell of her ass, sports bra stretched tight across her full breasts. Her skin still glowed from an earlier treadmill session—light sheen of perspiration making every curve gleam under the low light. Hair pulled into a messy ponytail, a few damp strands clinging to her neck. She’d left the outer door unlocked exactly as planned.

Jake stepped in and twisted the deadbolt behind him. The click echoed. He wore loose gym shorts and a tank top darkened with his own sweat from the weights he’d just finished. The air between them thickened instantly.

No words.

Mia dropped to her knees the moment he closed the distance. Her hands yanked his shorts down; his cock sprang free, heavy, still warm and musky from the workout. Salt and clean male scent filled her lungs. She wrapped her lips around the head without hesitation, taking him deep in one smooth glide. The taste hit her immediately—tangy sweat mixed with the faint soap from his earlier shower, skin still fever-hot.

She worked him with hungry, sloppy strokes, throat opening to swallow as much as she could. Gagging sounds bounced off the tiles, wet and raw, mixing with the low buzz of the lights. Her hands gripped his ass, nails digging into the firm muscle, pulling him forward so he could fuck her mouth at his own pace. Saliva and precum dripped down her chin, landing on her sports bra and turning the fabric darker.