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at her. Now she couldn’t even come back to the gym—and she was really starting to like boxing! Bracing herself, Beth plastered on what she hoped was an unconcerned, breezy, I-do-this-sort-of-thing-all-the-time expression. At least I got to experience sex with my dream man once , she thought gloomily.
    “And just go up to my place,” he continued. “I live above the gym, and we could order in or something if you’re hungry,” he went on, and Beth’s heart leapt at the realization that he wasn’t dumping her after all.
    Geez Louise , she thought. The way her emotions were jumping around, it would be a miracle if she didn’t fall over from a heart attack before the night was over.
    Harry was watching her expression, a little anxious when she didn’t answer.
    “Or we can finish your session,” he offered. “I just don’t know if I can trust myself in public with you. I probably wouldn’t even be able to make it five minutes before you were facedown across a weight bench and I was fucking you. Dominic would never let me live that down.”
    Blushing and sputtering with laughter, Beth could feel her pussy reawakening, beginning to pulse at the image of her stretched helpless over a bench, Harry driving his cock into her as the gym patrons stared.
    “Actually, he would probably enjoy the show—and the view,” she added, bravely running her fingers across the taut roundness of one of his ass cheeks. She could feel the muscle clench even through the two layers of fabric that covered it.
    His face tightened and Beth heard the hiss of a sucked-in breath. Taking the halfstep needed to close the small distance between them, Harry pressed one large hand against the bottom curve of her ass, lifting her roughly against him so she could feel his re-emerging hardness against her belly.
    She immediately yielded to him, softening around the hard press of his body, molding her curves against him. His head lowered and Beth closed her eyes, waiting impatiently for the demanding invasion of his kiss, but he stopped instead, so close that she could feel the heat of his breath on her swollen, needy lips.
    When he paused, unmoving, Beth’s eyes opened. Harry was staring at her mouth, his eyes so hungry that her breath caught.
    “Upstairs,” he gritted, the roughness of his voice making her skin prickle with goose bumps. “Now.”
    “Okay,” she whimpered, not moving. Beth didn’t even know if her legs would support her if she tried to walk right now.
    Harry pressed his face into the curve of her neck for a moment, took a deep breath and abruptly set her away from him. He took a step toward the door but turned back to the desk, fishing a handful of condoms out of the pen holder and stuffing them into his pocket. He grinned at Beth.
    “Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her hand and swinging the door open. The noise from the gym rushed in, the rumble of voices and clang of metal against metal merging with the rock music playing over the sound system. In a panic, Beth glanced down to find that she was rumpled but at least nothing was exposed.
    As Harry towed her through the gym, cutting a determined path through equipment and people, she couldn’t stop the blood from flushing her cheeks. A few of the guys were watching their progress, smirking, as if it had been obvious what she and Harry had been doing in his tiny office with the door shut. If they hadn’t guessed, her mussed clothes and deep blush would have tipped them off. That and Harry’s intent look as he hauled her behind him to the metal stairs against the far wall of the gym.
    Beth tried to hide her hand holding the remains of her panties against her leg. Where is a pocket when you need it? she wailed mentally. When they reached the base of the stairs, Harry tugged Beth in front of him and urged her up. She could feel his heat along her back and one of his hands curved around her hip.
    When they reached the landing at the top of the stairs, he reached around her to