The Unexpected Trainer

Angelika looked pissed and gorgeous. Her boxing gloves smacked Mike around like this was payback for something he’d done last night. Every jab landed, every kick stung, and he kept coming back for more because watching her bounce in that sports bra made every bruise worth it. He swung wild and she ducked under it, fast as sin. They circled. Sweat dripped down her abs. Then she dropped her hands. The smirk said the real training just started. She spun, peeled the spandex down past her hips, and offered up her tight, round ass like a trophy he’d actually earned. Mike dropped the gloves. The heavy bag could wait—Angelika had something else that needed pounding.