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“I remember.”

“You do?”

“I didn’t thinkyoudid! It’s not everyday you get shot through the heart with Cupid’s arrow,” she giggles. “But, I swear, I thought it was one-sided when we found each other again because you acted like you had never met me. So I thought,There's no way he remembers.”

“As soon as you walked through my gym doors, I knew it was you.”

Her eyes are as soft as her voice when she says, “Dell.” She lifts her good hand to my face, rubbing against my stubble and then leans forward to press her forehead to mine. “Dell.”

“Robyn,” I whisper, nuzzling into her and finally letting my heart run like wild horses. I want to stay in this perfect moment where it’s warm and indulgent. Where there is no bad, there are no rules. There is only our open truth holding us together as we block out the outside world.

“You have The Rule,” she reminds me. “So the right thing would be for me to find a new trainer, wouldn’t it?”

I nod solemnly.

“I don’t want to do the right thing.”

“Neither do I,” I murmur. “What's worse, if we dated, someone’s going to put you on blast when they find out I used to do OnlyFans. The media would devour you, and it could hurt your chances at the next Olympic games. Optics are everything, Robyn. I try my best to delete those ‘hey aren’t you Dixon Hand?’ comments when they pop up in my videos, but with our combined fan base, there’s no way we’d be able to hide. I thought by covering my body in tattoos and growing out my hair I could hide in plain sight, but they still find me. They still ask where my OF account went. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” her voice wobbles. “Don’t be.”

“Never have I regretted making that account like the way I do now. I’d take it all back for you if I could.”

“I know.”

For a while we sit there in silence, dragging curious fingers over shoulders and coiling hairs—both of us lost in each other and in our own heads. I just can’t see how this will work.

“Maybe,” I say, “just for tonight, we could forget everything, and just be us.”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t wannasayanything.” The inch that separated our mouths disappears, and our soft kiss takes over. Slowly, her hand travels from my cheek to the back of my head, and I momentarily forget everything.

I pull back. “Wait. No. You said you just wanted to be held… without the threat of sex. Not that this will to lead to sex, but—”

She shuts me up with another kiss that has me short-circuiting. “Let me make it very clear: I want you, Dell. Right now.”

“Okay,” I manage to reply before she’s fusing to my lips again and moving herself to straddle me. Soft cushions cradle my head as it falls back. She takes charge and I eagerly succumb.God, she tastes good.Electricity thrums through my body and warms my blood, sending it below my belt where it’s wanting most.

Even as a pleasure Dom, I enjoy this side of things, too. Here, below her, at her mercy. She pushes her hips into me as our tongues dance. My hands slide from her hips to her incredibly sculpted backside.The backside I helped build,I think, a surge of trainer pride making me smile.

When her fingers dig through the underside of my hair tie and grip, a deep moan pours out of me like water. I think I could make out with her for hours on end. I want her beautiful lipstick covering my face and her scent imprinted on my skin.

Tentatively, lowering my right hand to her bare thigh,I slip it under her dress. Before I can ask, she senses my trepidation and whispers, “You can touch me anywhere you’d like.”

My answering purr makes her smile against my lips and that’s when I discover Robyn Cassidy is wearing a thong.

Kill me.

God must have heard that last thought because there’s a sudden jostling noise at the front door, and Isaiah is bounding through it.

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As soon as I’m through the door, Robyn leaps off the couch—no,off Dell.

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