Chapter 86 My Hot Coach (6)

• The five-minute breather felt like a tease, barely enough time to catch my breath before Derek’s voice cut through the gym again, sharp and commanding. “Alright, ladies, break’s over! Let’s keep the energy up—jumping jacks, go!” He clapped his hands, his tank top was soaked now, sticking to his chest like a second skin, and his blue eyes were already scanning us, landing on me more than once. My pulse kicked up, and not just from the workout. The way he looked at me—like he was undressing me with his eyes—had my skin buzzing, my purple training suit feeling tighter than everr.
• I stepped into position, my white sneakers squeaking on the mat as I started the jumping jacks. My arms pumped, my tits bouncing with every move, the neckline of my suit dipping low enough to show off just enough cleavage. Sweat slicked my skin, dripping down my neck, and my ass popped in the mirror with every jump, the fabric hugging me like it was made for this moment. I could feel the gym’s eyes on me, but Derek’s were the ones that mattered. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his gaze heavy, lingering on my body like he was memorizing every curve.
• I caught his stare mid-jump, his eyes tracing the way my suit clung to my hips, my thighs, my ass. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, and fuck, it made my blood hum. My lips tingled, and I decided to play dirty. As I jumped, I locked eyes with him, letting my gaze smolder. Then I winked—slow, deliberate, my teeth catching my bottom lip as I bit down, just hard enough to make it seductive. My heart pounded, my clit throbbing under the lace of my thong. His reaction was instant: a smirk curled his lips, sharp and knowing, his eyes darkening like he was imagining all the ways he could make me squirm. My stomach flipped, heat pooling low, and I nearly missed a beat.