Sofia charged forward with surprising agility. Caroline countered, making Sofia teeter dangerously before recovering her balance.

  “I’m gonna knock you all the way back to Colombia, bitch,” Caroline taunted playfully.

  Sofia’s eyes narrowed inside her helmet. “We’ll see about that, gringa.”

  Caroline jabbed experimentally, Sofia parried.

  “Is that it?” Sofia taunted.

  Caroline lunged forward suddenly. In the same moment, Sofia ducked—directly into Caroline’s swing. The padded end connected with Sofia’s face with a soft thud.

  “Ow!” Sofia cried indignantly.

  Caroline’s mouth fell open in shock. “I’m sorry! You moved!”

  “Oh, bitch, no you didn’t!” Sofia ripped off her helmet, tossing it aside.

  “Sofia, your helmet!” Kate called out.

  But Sofia was already charging at Caroline, who was laughing too hard to defend herself. Their poles tangled, and Sofia gave a mighty push. Caroline teetered, arms windmilling — then grabbed Sofia’s shirt.

  They both screamed and tumbled onto the mats in a fit of laughter.

  “I won!” Caroline rasped.

  “No, you didn’t!” Sofia protested through giggles.

  Caroline straddled Sofia, pinning her down. “Say I win!”

  Sofia shrieked with laughter. “Okay, okay! You win! I can’t take it! Stop!”

  Glancing at Kate, I caught her watching them with an unguarded expression. The sight of Sofia being physically dominated and submitting seemed to trigger something in her. Her breath caught, her eyes dilated slightly.

  When she noticed me looking, the expression vanished. Her forehead scrunched into a frown, and she tossed her head haughtily.

  “I guess it’s you and me next,” I said. “Assuming your challenge still stands.”

  She reached for the helmets, tossing me a blue one. “Put that on.”

  She strapped on a red one herself. “Let’s see if you can take me down.”

  I had the feeling that her competitive side wanted to win. But another part of her desperately hoped I’d be able to beat her.

  I climbed onto the beam, swaying slightly before finding my balance.

  Kate ascended with practiced ease. Despite her curves, she balanced perfectly, her thick legs flexing with power.

  I saw her eyes flick to my chest and arms, assessing my strength.

  “You can say ‘uncle’ right now, you know,” I said teasingly.

  She blinked. “What?”

  “We both know I’m going to lay you out on that mat.”

  The old Kate would’ve shut me down cold. But now, she froze for a beat, her eyes flashing—half defiance, half something softer. The flush crept up her cheeks.

  “You want to submit, don’t you?” I murmured, holding her gaze.

  She gripped the pole tighter. “Pretty presumptuous for such a young kid. Is that how you got Caroline and Sofia? Talking big until they believed it?”

  That comment got under my skin a bit, which was obviously Kate’s intention.

  She smirked, pleased with my reaction. She shifted into a fighting stance, her pole held diagonally. “You can start any time, or do you just want to keep staring?”

  “Ladies first.”

  Her jaw tightened and her nostrils flared.

  She lunged forward with surprising speed, jabbing her pole toward my chest.

  I quickly stepped back, dodging her strike. As she wobbled from the swing, I tapped her lightly on the shoulder with my pole.

  “Point for me,” I said.

  Kate’s face flushed. “We’re not keeping score. It’s whoever gets knocked down.”

  She came at me again, this time feinting left before striking right. I blocked her blow and pushed back, forcing her to retreat.

  We continued for a minute—Kate attacking with increasing intensity, me avoiding her blows with ease and landing light taps.

  “This is getting boring,” I said. “Too easy.”

  An embarrassed laugh escaped Kate. “Oh my god… I can’t… You are so annoying!”

  I snickered.

  Her next attack came with renewed determination. For a moment, I wobbled on the edge.

  A gleam of triumph flashed in Kate’s eyes. “Not so cocky now, are ya?”

  I smiled. “I was just leveling the playing field for you.”

  Her brow furrowed in confusion.

  Before she could process my words, I rebuffed her with ease, then gave her a firm nudge with my stick.

  Kate shrieked as her balance disappeared. Her arms windmilled frantically, the pole flying from her grasp.

  Her eyes widened inside the ridiculous red helmet.

  She tumbled sideways onto the mat, then rolled onto her back, pulling off the helmet.

  She stared at the sky, her chest heaving. Her nipples had stiffened, poking hard beneath the tight polo shirt.

  Caroline slow-clapped, sauntering over, Sofia beside her. “You okay, girl?”

  “Oh my god.” Kate covered her blushing face, her breasts shaking with nervous laughter.

  I jumped down and stood over her. She peeked at me between her fingers, then hid again, groaning.

  “Let me help you up,” I said, extending my hand.

  She hesitated before reaching for it, her hand warm and soft as I pulled her to her feet.

  “I’m usually way better,” she said weakly.

  I placed my hand on her shoulder. “It wasn’t that bad.”

  A mix of emotions crossed her face as she looked at my hand on her shoulder. The flush deepened, her breathing quickened.

  For a moment, she leaned into my touch, her eyes glazing over.

  I kept my hand there, firm and steady. Her reaction was not subtle—she was responding to my dominance in a way that seemed to surprise even her.

  “Wow, even the tough commando girl takes a tumble. You’re still badass, though,” Caroline teased.

  Sofia nodded. “But sometimes it’s nice to feel the man is stronger, no?”

  Kate’s eyes fluttered, her lips parting.

  I gently squeezed the muscle of her shoulder. “You’re really tight up there.”

  She let out a soft moan. “That feels good.”

  My thumb dug into her flesh, and I felt a tremor run through her body.

  Then she noticed a group nearby waiting to use the gladiator equipment. A staff member watched us with undisguised curiosity.

  Kate turned away from my touch, waving at her staff member.

  “Hi Amy! You guys are good to go!” She said, before marching off towards the main building.

  Chapter twelve

  We followed Kate towards the main building, keeping our distance.

  “She melted when you touched her,” Sofia observed.

  “Yeah, she wants you badly,” Caroline added.

  Inside, Kate was straightening brochures at the reception desk. She looked up as we approached.

  “That’s it for the tour. If you still wanted to discuss the town stuff, I’ve got a bit of time now before a meeting.”

  “Let’s do it,” I said.

  She led us down a hallway to her office, her ample butt swaying inside the tight cargo shorts, her pantyline showing through.

  I let myself have a good look, knowing Caroline and Sofia both didn’t mind.

  “Alright, come on in. We only have—” Kate turned and caught me admiring her figure — “We only have about twenty minutes,” she finished, her eyebrow arching slightly as she gestured for us to enter.

  A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she watched me pass into her office.

  It was somewhat dark inside Kate’s office, with the forest just outside her window.

  She shut the door behind her.

  Caroline and Sofia sauntered to the couch and sat side-by-side. I sat on Kate’s desk and watched her approach.

  But Kate’s phone buzzed before she got to her chair. She leaned on her desk, checking it. “I’m sorry. My insurance agent is early. I have to go to my meeting, but you guys can stay, if you want. I should be back in like 20 minutes.”

  We agreed to stay and wait for her. She handed me a folder with some documents to look at, and left, pulling the door closed.

  Caroline watched until the door clicked shut. “She gave us privacy,” she said, standing up and stretching. Sofia sprawled on the couch.

  “Uh huh,” I said, spreading the documents across Kate’s desk.

  Caroline settled her butt on the desk. “I like how you handled Kate on the gladiator beam,” she said. “And she liked it too.”

  “Clearly,” I murmured. “But I don’t know. She seemed a bit conflicted.”

  “That’s just because of the hangups she has to deal with. Her body was into it. You could see that.”

  “Yeah,” I admitted.

  She moved closer, her body pressing against mine. “It made me so wet, seeing you put that brat in her place.”

  I looked at her. “Brat? Kate? Don’t if I’d call her—”

  “Come on, work with me here.” She rested her head against me. “You need to tame her. She wants it.”

  “I think you’ve read too many of those romance novels,” I said, trying to focus on the documents.

  Sofia sat up on the couch. “Is really hot in here.”

  Caroline’s arms wrapped around my waist, the scent of her hair making me weak. “Yes, it is. And we have twenty minutes to let off steam.”

  Her fingers went straight for my belt. “I want you to fuck me,” she breathed against my ear.

  “Here? We’re in Kate’s office.”

  “Yeah, hot isn’t it?”

  “Um…”

  “You can do it quick, right here on her desk.”

  I glanced at the windows, already undoing my belt. “I hope nobody sees through that window.”

  “Nobody’s there, just trees,” Caroline insisted, unzipping my jeans.

  I grabbed her hands, having second thoughts. “Wait, we can’t have sex in her office.”

  “The more you talk, the more you waste time,” Sofia said, watching intently.

  Caroline sank to her knees. I shoved off my jeans. Caroline tugged my boxers down. My cock sprang free.

  “I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” Caroline whispered, taking me into the wet warmth of her mouth.

  I groaned, one hand tangling in her hair, the other steadying myself against the desk as papers scattered to the floor.

  “She’d be so mad if she found out,” Sofia giggled, her hand sliding under the band of her shorts as she leaned back on the couch.

  Caroline took her lips away with a sucking noise. “I bet she’d love it.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I grunted as Caroline continued sucking me off.

  She stood and pushed her running shorts down, stepping out of them. “Fuck me right now, baby.” She yanked her panties down and bent over the desk.

  I tested her wetness with my fingers, finding her soaked and ready. Caroline got her elbows, knocking over a cup of pens.

  “Hurry,” she urged, looking back at me with desperate eyes.

  Lining myself up behind her, I pushed inside her.

  “Oh god, yes.” She pushed back against me.

  The desk creaked beneath us as I found a rhythm, each thrust driving a moan from Caroline.

  Sofia watched us intently from the couch, her hand now working faster inside her shorts. “Hurry, Ryan. Kate will be back before long.”

  The danger only heightened our arousal. I steadied Caroline’s hips, matching her rhythm with each thrust.

  The sound of my pelvis smacking against Caroline’s backside filled Kate’s office.

  Caroline panted, “Yes, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop…”

  I rapidly worked towards my release, not wanting this to be a long one. My cock throbbed as Caroline dropped lower, her tits squishing on the desk, raising her ass higher.

  We were lost in the moment, oblivious to everything—

  Until a noise cut through the room.

  The door handle was turning.

  Chapter thirteen

  Iwas too far gone to stop as the door swung open.

  Kate froze in the doorway, her mouth falling open.

  Caroline only moaned louder, pressing her ass back further. My muscles tightened as I continued thrusting, unable to halt my release.

  Kate quickly stepped inside and closed the door, her back pressed against it, cheeks flushing crimson.

  She crossed her arms under her breasts, watching us with that schoolmarm look. But there was something playful in her expression this time—a sarcastic smirk.

  I groaned as the first pulse of cum surged into Caroline.

  “Oh god, I can feel it,” Caroline gasped, glancing toward Kate as her own climax followed, her pussy tightening around me.

  For a flash, I locked eyes with Kate, seeing her pupils dilate. Her lips parted slightly, a small breath escaping. She returned my gaze with undisguised lust.

  The room went white as I lost myself in the final ejections of seed and collapsed over Caroline.

  Kate let out an exaggerated sigh. “Seriously? On my desk?” She shook her head like a disappointed teacher. “You couldn’t wait twenty minutes to get home?”

  Caroline straightened unhurriedly. “Sorry, Kate. Heat of the moment.”

  “Heat of—” Kate snorted, crossing to her desk. She began gathering the scattered papers, pointedly avoiding the spot where Caroline had been bent over.

  “Actually, they already did it at home this morning,” Sofia offered from the couch.

  Kate shot her a look. "Thank you for that vital information."

  I zipped up my jeans without rushing. “We’ll clean everything up.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you will.” Kate righted her tipped-over pen holder. “God knows what I’ll need to disinfect.”

  Despite her caustic words, I noticed she wasn’t genuinely angry. There was something almost amused in her expression, and she wasn’t demanding we leave.

  Her eyes flickered to me, her flush still very evident. “Is this how you conduct all business meetings, or am I special?”

  “You’re special,” I replied, holding her gaze.

  The blush deepened, but she rolled her eyes. “Lucky me.” She tossed a box of tissues toward Caroline. “Clean yourselves up. Some of us have actual work to do. Oh, and by the way, guys? Next time, lock the door.”

  Chapter fourteen

  Mountain Fitness was unusually quiet that morning. It had been a few days since we’d last seen Kate—or, to put it another way, since she saw us fucking on her desk.

  I hadn’t heard from her, though I’d texted her the day before.

  Caroline insisted Kate wasn’t actually angry, but I wasn’t so sure.

  I was three sets into bench press when my phone buzzed with good news about Sofia’s restaurant deal.

  Jim had already managed to get Benson to drop his asking price by nearly thirty percent, and he hadn’t even spoken to him in person yet.

  I started texting Sofia the update when I spotted movement in the mirror. Kate had just walked in.

  She wore jogging shorts and a fitted tank top, with fingerless gloves. Her eyes found mine in the reflection, and a tiny smirk appeared in the corner of her mouth before she turned to the front desk.

  Laying back down on the bench, I wondered if she was just going to ignore me.

  But as I found a comfortable grip on the bar, the bench creaked, and I looked up to find Kate standing over me.

  “Need a spotter?”

  “Sure.”

  She positioned herself at the head of the bench, her stance wide. From this angle, I had a direct view of her impressive chest.

  Her stomach formed a cute bump, the soft skin exposed, and the big mounds of her hips flared out inside those tight shorts.

  “Eyes forward, champ, don’t get distracted,” she said dryly.

  “Oops.”

  Her mouth cracked for just a second, and I saw the hint of a smile.

  I lifted the bar off the rack, feeling the weight against my palms as Kate’s hands hovered beneath, following my movement.

  “You didn’t answer my text,” I said through my rep.

  “I’ve just been busy.”

  “Thought maybe you were angry.”

  “About what?” she said flatly.

  “You know what.”

  Kate shrugged, her breasts shifting with the movement. “Oh, you mean catching you playing hide the sausage on my desk? That’s ancient history.”

  I almost laughed, nearly losing my form. “Ancient? It was a few days ago.”

  “In Gen Z time, that’s practically the Stone Age.” She adjusted her stance, her thighs still framing my vision.

  “I’m a millennial.”

  “Barely.”

  I finished my eighth rep and started to lift the bar back to the rack.

  Kate blocked me. “You’re not finished yet. Come on. You’ve got at least four more in you.”

  “Four!?”

  “Don’t be a pussy. Let’s go.”

  By the eleventh rep, my arms were shaking.

  “Come on, one more!” Kate encouraged.

  Lowering the bar to my chest, I struggled to push it up.

  “Breathe,” Kate said, leaning over me. Her boobs looked like they were going to pop out of her tank top.

  “Don’t look at my tits. Do your rep.”

  That almost made me lose it, but I managed to finish the rep.

  “Rack it,” she said, and I gratefully let the bar clatter into place.

  “You can bench a lot…for a small guy,” she said as I stood up, my chest burning.

  I raised my eyebrows. “Small? I tower over you.”

  “But I’ve got meat on my bones. You’re skinny.”

  She was just busting my balls, maybe trying to see if I’d react. I pointed to my crotch with a smirk. “Well, I’m not ‘small’ here.”

  She rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile but offering no argument.

  “Hey, we should talk before that rezoning vote on Thursday,” I said.

  Kate paused, her demeanor shifting slightly. “Yeah, I know.”

  “How about tomorrow at Caroline’s?”