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“Aw.” Holly waves away my praise, sipping her coffee. “Enough about the charity. How wasit?”

My cheeks flame. Well, it wasn’t the first time, but I’m not about to tell Holly that we’ve been spicing up my boxing sessions four times a week. Though… this morning? That was new.

“It was amazing,” I sigh, propping my elbow onto the table and resting my chin on my wrist, my eyes dreamy.

“Mmm-hmm,” Holly laughs, picking up her coffee and surveying me over the top of it. “Getting laid on top of your boxing sessions? You’re going to be so relaxed you’ll forget to go to work.”

I laugh with her, rolling my eyes, my cheeks burning hot. Little does she know. Grinning at her, I shake my head.

“Enough about my sex life -.”

“I will never have enough information about that, girl.”

“How is Ben?”

“Your nephew you never see because you’re always working? He’s good.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I saw him the other night when I was over for dinner!”

“For five minutes before he went to bed.”

She’s right. I need to do better. “I’ll come for a whole day next weekend.”

“You better.”

Chapter 9

JIMMY

The door swings open, and I step through, my eyes immediately moving to the mat in front of the mirror. Thelma is always here before me and usually stretches while she waits. Sure enough, she’s seated on the ground as the door swings shut behind me, our eyes locking in the mirror.

I drop my gaze to take in her figure, showcased in her fitted yoga pants and cropped top. Those are new. They’re tighter and more low-cut than her usual clothes. I like them. My tongue darts out to lick my lips.

Her gorgeous hair isn’t in its usual ponytail either, braided down her back. That makes sense. Thelma was annoyed by how her hair would fly and stick to her during our boxing sessions.

I can’t wait for the end of the session. I need to taste her. Now. I flip the lock on the door, crossing the room as my tongue darts out again to wet my already dry lips. Dropping to my knees, I grab Thelma’s legs, spin her, and lay her down on the yoga mat.

“We’re not boxing first?” Her last word cuts off in a squeal as I tug her yoga pants and panties down, hooking her legs – stuck together by the tight pants around her calves – over my head.

Under my hands, Thelma shivers, moaning in anticipation as my breath blows over her folds. She is practically quivering in anticipation. Her breath shudders out of her as my tongue slides around her clit, flickering and teasing. She tastes as good as she did the other morning.

Thelma’s fingers slide through my hair, tugging. “Jim-my, please!”

She’s begging me. That’s what I like to hear. I chuckle, accidentally baring my teeth, which graze her clit. Thelma’s hips buck as she comes.Finally. Lifting her legs off my shoulders, I tug her shoes off, dropping them on the ground.

As I rock back onto my heels, snatching the condom out of my pocket, tearing the foil square, shoving my shorts down, and rolling the condom on my dick, Thelma kicks off her yoga pants and panties.

Grabbing her, I lift her off the mat, turning to press her against the mirror, and slam into her. Fuck me.Yes. Thelma’s arms snake around my neck as she clings to me, her legs wrapping around my waist. With a growl, I brace a hand against the mirror, the other gripping under her thigh, hammering into her.

Thelma’s fingers tighten around the hair at the back of my head, tugging it. Her lips are soft against mine, and she swallows my grunts of exertion as her back slaps against the mirror. She feels so good. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling. I’m starting to look forward to these sessions more than I should.

Still sensitive from the eating out I gave her, Thelma comes with a gasp, breaking the kiss. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling, my lips moving as I pant, driving into her until I come with a groan, slumping against her, squashing her into the mirror. This is definitely my favorite start to a session.

Thelma’s legs are trembling as I set her on the ground. She quickly dresses, lacing her shoes as I dispose of the condom, reaching down and offering my hand to help her up.

She dons her gloves, stretching her head to each side as she hops around in front of it. I give her a combination, watching as she keeps her hands up, her technique a million times better than it was the first time we stood in this room.

“How long have you owned this place?” Thelma pants, ducking and hitting a right hook.

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