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chin lifting in defiance, her knee shoving ever-so-slightly harder into his crotch. Chase moved his hands up Tess’s arms slowly, non-threateningly, until he reached her shoulders. Tess was frozen now, eyes locked onto Chase’s, waiting for his next move. Chase held her gaze as he slid his palms down her spine, hesitating at the small of her back for a millisecond before continuing down to cup her ass. Tess’s eyes widened and her breath caught. Chase gripped the firm globes of her ass, kneading the flesh through the thin, skintight fabric of her knee-length yoga pants. Tess moved her hips—involuntarily, it seemed to Chase—so her ass worked deeper into his grip. Chase let his fingers spread apart, exploring the expanse of each cheek, then tracing the crease between them. Tess shivered above him, widening her knees and pushing her hips backward to open herself to him.  
    Chase felt his erection stiffening between their bodies, and Tess licked her lips and let her gaze flicker down to take in the bulge in his gym shorts. Without warning, Chase gripped Tess’s hips and flipped them over so he was on top, one hand pressing her hips to the floor, the other capturing her wrists and pinning them above her head. Tess writhed beneath him, bucked and kicked, but Chase had his knees between her thighs, preventing her from gaining leverage against him.  
    Lowering his lips to her ear, Chase whispered, “How about this: I’ll take you out to dinner, wherever you want, and then I’ll bring you back to my house.”
    Tess bucked again, this time less to get free than to remind him she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Then she said, “Sure. But what are we going to do at your house?” Her voice was low and sultry, breathy against his cheek.
    Chase nipped her earlobe with his teeth. “Hmm. We could play euchre?”
    Tess laughed, a seductive, rippling sound. “You need four for that.” She returned the bite, worrying at his ear with her teeth. “I don’t share.”
    “Oh. Well. Hmmm.” Chase shifted his position so his rigid shaft brushed against her cotton-covered mound. He could smell her arousal, a dizzying musk. “I have an idea. How about I bend you over my bed and fuck you from behind until you’re screaming my name? I’ll wrap my fist around that sexy braid of yours and make you come a dozen times before I let you leave.”
    Tess’s mouth opened in a breathless gasp of surprise. When she found her voice, it was shuddering and broken with desire. “Only a dozen?”
    “Greedy? I can make it more, if you want. Maybe I’ll tie you up and see how many times I can make you come before you pass out?”
    Tess writhed her hips into his, and he nearly forgot they were in a public gym—empty, by the sounds of it, but still a public place. He had to tense every muscle in his body to keep from ripping her pants off and taking her there on the mat of the sparring ring.  
    “How about I give you three hours to make me come as many times as you can? If you can give me more than four orgasms in three hours, I’ll do whatever you want, or let you do whatever you want to me, within the limits of safety and consensual agreement.”
    Chase laughed. “Is this a bet?”
    “Yep. I don’t think you can do it.”
    Chase narrowed his eyes. “Doubting me already? We just met, honey. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
    “Oh, I’m not doubting you , I’m doubting me . I’ve never in my life orgasmed more than once in a row.”  
    Chase laughed, but this time it was a rumble of pleasure containing a promise. “Then you’ve been with all the wrong men, sweetheart.”
    “Maybe I have,” she said. “But I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
    “I guess we will.”
    They used the gym showers and dressed, then took Chase’s rental car to dinner at P.F. Chang’s in the Somerset Collection. They learned a bit about each other during their leisurely dinner. Tess was a flight attendant for Northwest Airlines, was