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He grinned at her with pure devilry. “Somebody’s going to. That Ipromise.”

And he flipped up the sports bra, baring her breasts to the brightly lit room, the mirror and any apartment resident who came through thedoor.

“I meant—” she gasped “—anyone could come in and see me…see us.” He took a nipple into his mouth and shemoaned.

“That’s right,” he said, the words reverberating against her flesh. “Anyone could come in and seeus.”

She wasn’t an exhibitionist! She couldn’t imagine anything more mortifying. A low moan escaped her throat as he pulled the other nipple into his mouth and she saw the first in the mirror, as glossy and red as candiedfruit.

He was bent awkwardly to avoid the bike’s handle-bars, but he didn’t seem to notice. She could hear the lap of his tongue against her breasts and the soft sighs coming from her ownlips.

When he moved to stand behind her, she watched him cautiously, but still jumped when he put both arms around her, then pulled her back so she was still sitting on the bike, but leaning against his belly. In the mirror she saw herself, half-naked, gleaming with sweat. Saw his hand cup her belly then disappear under the waistband of hershorts.

“I want you to watch yourself come,” he whispered in herear.

“No, I…” But then he was touching her and conscious thought fled. She was hot and wet and sweaty and untidy and she couldn’t possibly make such a spectacle of herself. Anyone could comein…

Dimly, she knew she could flip her top back down and get Luke’s hand out of her pants pretty quickly, but not quickly enough to prevent any apartment resident in her building from seeing her likethis.

His fingers moved rhythmically, hypnotically, taking her to a place where convention didn’t matter. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew labored, her nipples bouncing lightly as though caressed by an unseenhand.

He rubbed at her exquisitely sensitive, slippery flesh, hot from the workout, hot from embarrassment, hot from desire. She felt his fingers separating her folds to touch hercenter.

In the mirror she saw him watching her, saw a face that was hers and yet not hers, so sultry and sensual, her lips impossibly plump and red, her eyes huge and unfocused, her cheeks flushed, damp tendrils of hair curling over her forehead andtemples.

“Anyone could walk in,” he repeated. “They’d see you like this, spread out in all your glory, beingpleasured.”

She moaned, and her moan turned into a cry as he plunged two fingers deep inside her. Her hips rode that bike furiously as intense sensation built, layer by layer. She’d never felt so vulnerable, or so open, watching him watching her. Seeing her own abandonedpleasure.

“Oh, I’m going to… Oh.” The rest of her words were lost, drowned by the wave that rose suddenly from within, its roar deafening her. She tried to close her eyes, but he wouldn’t let her. His free hand pulled her chin forward and she was so startled her eyes snapped open and she watched herself in the throes of a powerfulorgasm.

She was shocked at how wild she looked and sounded. Her mouth was open on a sigh, her face tight with concentration and flushed withpassion.

“You are so beautiful when you come,” he told her, staying with her through the aftershocks. “I wanted you to seeit.”

Suddenly he spun her, throwing her off balance physically and emotionally yet again. From somewhere a condom appeared and then she knew what she’d suspected—he’d planned this allalong.

He scooped her up and walked with her to the black workbench and laid her on it. He took her hands and wrapped her fingers around the black-vinyl handles, as though she were going to bench-press the weights. “Hangon.”

He brushed aside her feeble protest as easily as one leg of her wide-legged exercise shorts, scooping her panties out of the way at the same time. While she was still flustered and thinking they should go up to her apartment before they really were discovered, he pulled her hips to the edge of the bench press, told her to put her feet on his shoulders and thrust inside her in one longmotion.

The tail end of her climax still quivered within her and it was as though her sensitive flesh were being stroked from the inside; new tingles radiated. He thrust hard, and fast. She clutched the handles for balance as her body tossed and rocked on the narrow bench. He half squatted in front of her, holding on to her knees as he thrust rhythmically into her. Her hips rocked right off the vinyl to meet him. She felt the bulge of the same quad muscles she’d watched earlier. She loved his strength and control, although he was fast approaching loss of control. She thought she’d watch him as he’d watched her, enjoy the helpless openness of his expression at the moment of total release, but then he stroked her. She’d have thought she’d be too tender to be touched again so soon on that hottest of hot spots, but it was barely a flutter of pressure, and her own wetness almost soothed even as his gentle touch excited her all overagain.

She wanted to hang on to control this time, but it was too much. When he took her mouth she opened to him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and her back bent until her shoulder blades jammed against the bench. She was dimly aware that she was getting a second workout tonight, and then his strokes increased in speed and urgency. His fingers insisted she respond, and she couldn’t help herself. As he stiffened, then bucked against her, her legs squeezed him tight, tight, tight against her and she cried out her ecstasy into hismouth.

It took several minutes for her to come back to earth, but when she did she found him grinning at her, a totally smug expression on hisface.

“I think I’m a damn good personal trainer if I do say somyself.”

She rolled her gaze and pushed him away so she could pull her clothing back intoorder.

He disappeared into the bathroom and came back to say, “Feel like asauna?”

“It takes half an hour to warmup.”

“Iwas thinkingour own natural body heat would do thetrick.”

“I think all my exhibitionism is over for the night. Anyway, now I definitely need ashower.”