Page 65 of S is for SEX

“Grab your bag.” He jumped from the bed and grabbed his jeans. “I’ll get you there in time.”

It was a fifteen-minute ride to the gym, and it’d take a few more to get inside, to the ring, and geared up. There was no way.

Fuck.

“There’s no way we’ll make it.”

“Grab your shit, Jaz,” he demanded, pointing at my bag.

“I said I’ll get you there, I’ll get you there.”

I rolled off the edge of the bed and attempted to stand. My legs – exhausted from the orgasm of epic proportion – folded beneath me.

And I fell to the floor.

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