Kayla’s pov

“Coach that last set nearly killed my legs but talking to you during the break feels like the real workout now,” I said as we sat on the bench in the quiet corner of the gym during our afternoon rest period.

My body was still buzzing from all the touching earlier, thighs sticky with sweat and more, my pussy still swollen and wet from how close we had gotten in the private room.

Marcus sat beside me, his big muscular frame taking up space, that forty six year old commanding presence making my stomach tighten with want every time he shifted closer.

He wiped his face with a...