I snagged a bottle of OJ and a banana for me. A muffin would be really good, but the exact opposite of the protein shake. I’d rarely brought a jumbo muffin into the house for a breakfast treat.

Despite that, he knew I loved muffins.

I carried the food downstairs. Weights clunked louder the closer I got.

There was a loud thunk, followed by a little grunt. As I rounded the corner, I spotted him. He jumped up from the bench and swung his arms back and forth as he sidestepped to the open center.

Stretch time.

He had an earbud in, but he caught my gaze in the wall-to-wall mirrors that I usually avoided. His gaze dropped to the shake and appreciation filled his eyes.

“Thanks,” he mouthed.

He must be listening to music. I suspected half the reason he worked out the way he did was because he loved a country song with a strong beat, and gym time was the only time he gave himself to indulge.

He swung an arm over his head and all the accessory muscles along his torso popped out. Behind him in the glass was me in loungewear and an armful of food. I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I perched on the edge of the weight bench and munched on my banana. A wick of heat traced down my spine.

He was watching me eat the banana. I took a lingering bite but couldn’t hold the come-hither face and broke into giggles.

His lips twitched and he dropped to stretch his legs.

I drained my juice. He popped up, took the bud out of his ear, and set it on the stand by the door that held the case with his other one.

I handed his shake to him and he gulped it down, standing over me. Tingles of awareness spread through my body. There was no way I was ready to have more sex. It had to be humanly impossible. Multiple orgasms only went so far. Right?

But as Aiden set his empty shake cup down and aimed his intense gaze at me, my lips parted. I wouldn’t know how many orgasms were possible in twenty-four hours if I didn’t try.

He dropped to his knees in front of me and growled, “Lie back.”

Aiden

After our second shower together in less than twelve hours, I found Kate in the kitchen. She was preparing a brunch with the meager foodstuffs she could find. I’d been shit at getting groceries. Kate liked to shop herself instead of using delivery or pickup, and I’d happily let her.