“Pleasure is all mine,” he said, holding her hand for a little longer than John preferred. As John fought the urge to roll his eyes, he placed a hand on Victoria’s back and guided her through the gym.

“Let’s get you stretched out.”

Victoria looked between the two men. “I’ve never had two trainers before.”

Over her head, Chris winked at John. Jesus Christ, he’s insufferable. “And I’m afraid you won’t,” John said. “I’m sure Chris has clients to see after.”

“I actually don’t,” he chimed in. “Let me drop this off, make my rounds, and I’ll supervise you two. John’s not exactly a fitness professional.”

“He’s not?” Victoria said with a grin.

“No ma’am,” Chris said. “He’s more of an apprentice. I’ll let him get you set up, but I should probably chaperone...for insurance purposes.” He left them to go to his office, just as John’s jaw unclenched.

Victoria looked up at him with a secretive smile. God, she’s too cute in her workout gear. “I’m guessing he’s this attentive to all his female clients?” she asked, planting her fists on her hips.

John took a breath as he caught a glimpse of her breasts. Only yesterday, she was writhing under him in his bed, his lips on her nipples as he drove into her. He wanted her back in bed where he could be attentive to her every need. “Chris has always been a ham,” he said. “And now that he’s met you, I can expect him to be messy.”

“I can take it.” The dimple at the side of her mouth creased when she twisted her lips. “I’ll bet he’s no messier than the day I’ve had,” she said, walking away.

He followed her, eyes locked on her ass. John wanted to thank the designer who created the thin fabric that molded her curves so beautifully. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

Victoria shook her head, braids swinging across her back and bare shoulders. “Not right now,” she said. “I’d like to use my fists for once.”

“You wanna drop the mask and free the beast?”

She turned on her heel and flashed him a grin. “Exactly.”

Jesus Christ, she’s done this before.