Kayla’s pov

“Coach Marcus, that first session left me sore in places I didn’t know could ache like this, but I came back for more anyway,” I said as I walked into the private training room at the back of the gym, my voice a little shaky from how my body reacted just seeing him again.

The door clicked shut behind me, sealing us in alone, and the air felt thicker already.

My leggings hugged every curve, still slightly damp from the quick warm-up I did on my own, and my tank top clung to my full breasts where sweat had started gathering between them.

Marcus turned from adjusting some...