Page 43 of The TV Show Rival

“I know, right.”

They both laughed.

Jess leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Honestly, Jamie, this whole collaboration thing? It’s not so bad.”

“I kind of like it too. Working with you, I mean. Seeing a different side, the one that’s not all drill sergeant and scowls.”

“And you, sunshine,” Jess said, poking Jamie gently in the chest, “are proving that yoga instructors aren’t all about kale smoothies and downward-facing dogs.”

A comfortable silence settled between them.

“You know, I kind of like this whole enemies-by-day, lovers-by-night charade.”

“Me too, there’s a certain thrill to it, isn’t there?” Jess smiled.

“More like delicious torture. Pretending to hate you all day, only to come running here to fuck you at night.”

“Oh, the agony, Though, I have to say, watching you desperately trying not to stare hungrily at my body on camera is quite entertaining.”

Jamie barked out a laugh. “Oh, shut up.”

“Business is business. A secret romance is a secret romance. Incredible sex is incredible sex.” Jess tickled her.

“Stop already!” Jamie laughed and rolled Jess onto her back on the sand, her muscular right thigh pushing insistently between Jess’ legs pressing on her clitoris deliciously.

Jess opened her legs obediently and looked dreamily into Jamie’s eyes.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

Jamie took both of her wrists in her strong left hand and pinned them above her head, dipping her mouth to bite Jess’ nipple through her shirt. Jess gasped in delight.

“With pleasure,” Jamie whispered, her beautiful brown eyes shining hungrily in the moonlight and Jess shuddered and felt the familiar wetness of desire seeping between her legs.

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JAMIE

Being there, with Jess, fucking her under the cloak of the Costa Rican night, was the single most delicious part of her day. Watching Jess laugh. Swimming nude in the moonlit ocean with her. Feeling Jess come and come and come again for Jamie’s fingers, for her tongue was the most beautiful pleasure she could imagine. Everything else—the grueling workouts, the forced smiles, the manufactured drama—paled in comparison to these stolen moments.

But she was a bit afraid. What if someone saw them? What if a hidden camera caught a glimpse of their forbidden connection?

The producers thrived on their supposed animosity. She winced, remembering the stern warnings about disqualification if any form of intimacy was discovered. The show needed their rivalry, not a budding romance.

“Enemy fitness trainers” they’d called it, a storyline designed to keep the viewers hooked. And hooked they were. The ratings were through the roof, fueled by the constant sniping and thinly veiled hostility between Jess and Jamie.

Yet, here she was, a secret blooming in her chest, a forbidden truth whispered under the cloak of night. Every stolen glance across the training field, every barb that held a hidden meaning—it was all a game, a thrilling dance on the edge of a knife.

They’d take the risk. They had to. Jamie couldn’t imagine a world where stolen kisses under the moonlight were all she had.

“Just a few more weeks,” Jamie whispered to the moon.

The show would end eventually, and she yearned for the day they could finally step out of the shadows, their love story a melody played in the light of day.

Until then, they would continue their secret dance, savoring each stolen moment, a testament to a love that defied the rules of the game.

“Alright, Sunshine. What’s the plan for the night?” Jess asked.

“Actually, Miguel is supposed to pick us up any minute now. Remember he invited us for dinner with his family on the other side of the river.”

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