Private Session

Declan Crowe owns The Forge, a private high-end gym on the third floor of a converted warehouse. Membership is small, expensive, and selective. Most nights he closes alone. The night Tamsin Wilde and Camila Rojas stay past closing, that changes.

Tamsin is soft and heavy-busted, copper curls and freckled fair skin, loud when she trains and louder when she comes. Camila is plush and golden-brown, big dark curls and a bright, hungry smile, the one who watches longest and pushes first. Both of them have been watching Declan for weeks—the thick brawler body, the scarred brow, the way he moves through the weight room like he owns every inch of it. Tonight they stop pretending the late session is about mobility work.

What starts as a quiet confrontation after lights-out becomes hours of explicit, relentless sex on the black rubber mats, against the mirrored walls, over the benches, and on the floor under the emergency lights. Declan takes them one after the other and then together—mouth, cock, hands, filthy talk, the full weight of his attention on every soft curve and wet, open place. He eats them until they shake. He fucks them until the mats are soaked. He makes them share him, share each other, and take everything he gives until none of them can walk straight to the elevators.

There is no pretense of a one-night mistake. When the gym is locked and the air still smells like sex and clean sweat, both women make it clear they will be back. Thursday after close. Declan keeps the slot open. The private session is no longer a favor. It is the new arrangement, and he intends to use every minute of it.

Explicit, continuous, and unapologetically filthy. A standalone MFF erotic romance for adult readers who want a dominant gym owner, two curvy women who stay after hours on purpose, and sex that does not stop until the lights are off and the doors are locked.