Well, five years later and she’s used it twice. Both times were the week we finished building it. It’s a separate room in the gym, closed off from the weights. She wanted it soundproofed so she couldn’t hear my music or the sound of the weights while I was working out.

We reach the bottom stair and I turn on the lights in the gym. His eyes go wide as he takes in the space. “This is fucking incredible.”

“Thanks. It’s one of my favorite places in the house.”

“Did you build this, or did it come with the house? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a home gym this nice.” He walks around, checking out the different machines.

“We had it built about five years ago.”

“And you want to give it up when you move? That’s brutal. I wouldn’t want to part with this.”

“Yeah, well, what can you do? I can always have a gym built into the next place I buy. Over here, I want to go in here.”

We enter the yoga studio, and I flick on the lights before shutting and locking the door. He immediately turns to face me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What’s this?” he asks teasingly.

“A yoga studio.”

“Do you do yoga, Professor Philips?” His smile intensifies as he glances around at the wall-to-wall mirrors.

“Sometimes. Not often, though. It’s relaxing, you know.” I close the distance between us slowly, stalking him like I’m a hungry lion and he’s a helpless gazelle. Each step forward I take, he takes one back until his back hits the mirror. His pupils blow, a sea of obsidian staring back at me. I lean forward and take his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it before sucking on it. His eyes roll back as he moans.

Pulling back, I admire the flush on his cheeks. The flush that’s there because of me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“So are you,” he rasps. “You sure it’s a good idea to be in here?”

“I promise.” My lips press down on his neck, leaving no inch of flesh untouched there.

“Wh-what do you want to do, then?” His voice is shaky, and I know if I reached down, I’d find him hard as a rock.

“I want…” I whisper between kisses. “For you to turn around…” I nip at his ear, making him gasp. “Press your hands against this mirror.” My hand slides down to palm the bulge I knew would be there, squeezing lightly. “While you watch me in that mirror…” I tilt my head to the left, indicating the mirror beside us. “While I eat your ass until you’re trembling and can’t hardly hold yourself up.”