Page 77 of Key of Kink

Then he stretched again, his arms over his head this time, shirt riding higher as he lengthened his torso. There was nothing obscene about it, nothing overtly sexual, but that didn’t stop heat from crawling over my skin.

“You’re enjoying this,” I accused.

His smile had a smug edge to it. “Oh yes.”

“You’re trying to turn me on.”

He smiled. “Technically, I’m just exercising.”

My jaw tightened.

Quinn strolled over to me and leaned in. “Are you going to pretend you’re not watching my every move?”

I held his gaze. “You have precisely thirty seconds to step back.”

He blinked. “Or?”

I closed the gap between us, and his pulse jumped at his throat.

“Or I’ll correct your… behaviour.”

His eyes darkened. “Here?”

“If necessary.”

His lips parted. “You’d spank me in a gym?” He sounded almost delighted.

“Don’t tempt me.” No sooner had he said it, than I was already feeling that firm flesh under my palm. I was also trying not to laugh.

I haven’t had this much fun in years.

He smiled, and that was the problem. He was laughing with me.

He stepped close enough that the air between us tightened.

“Are you going to make me behave?” he asked softly.

I set my towel down. “Yes.”

Then I reached for him.

Quinn

A sharp, controlled smack landed squarely on the back of my thigh, hard enough to shock.

I gasped, every nerve ending snapping awake. The sound cracked louder than it should have in the open space.

I stilled instantly.

Max’s voice dropped. “Enough.”

“Yes.” Heat spread under my skin, not just where he’d hit me, but everywhere. I lowered my eyes automatically, not from humiliation or embarrassment but from the sudden, electric reminder that he could flip the dynamic in a heartbeat.

Around us, the gym carried on with its soundtrack of music and machines, no one paying us the slightest bit of attention.

Max’s focus was almost tangible.

He leaned in to whisper. “If you want to push, we do it properly.”